Nathalie (f/m When not everyone is born equal, but your boss fucks everyone equally)

"We'll do it over the sofa" Dumas directs, gesturing towards the tall blond woman.

Paul wasn't surprised that Nathalie was picked. Dumas tended to fuck both of them close to each other. If he fucked them before the other guides he tended to do Paul first and follow up with Nathalie. But when they were towards the end like this he always went for Nathalie first.

Paul thought it might have something to do with their compatibility as Nathalie had the same score as his; 56%.

Dumas gestured for Nathalie to stand by the Sofas armrest. She obeyed gracefully and she stood tall and proud, even as her boss's large tanned hand ran across her perfect skin. Her lean forms ans supple shapes, cupping her breasts briefly.

Nathalie never showed any signs of distress during her guiding. To be honest, Paul was unsure about weather she enjoyed the guiding or not, but looking at her gazing up into Dumas eyes with a photogenic smile, he could believe she did enjoy this.

His heart beat faster, as Dumas turned Nathalie around and folded her over the sofa's arm rest. Paul could feel his cock firming up and becoming a semi. But as hot as it was to see Nathalie get railed, it also twisted his insides knowing to was Dumas doing it.

Paul knew a lot more about Dumas sexual preferences than he'd ever want to know. And certainly more than he did about the other guides' liking. He thought Dumas actually preferred women. He tended to fuck them from the front, and if he didn't he'd feel them up from the front and engage in foreplay. With men however he always did it from behind and the sex was usually quite perfunctory.

Glancing over his shoulder, Paul saw that Amir had begun to pull himself together and had stood up. The tissue still clenched in his fist. Their eyes met, and Amir nodded at him gratefully and came to stand besides him casting his eyes over his boss and one of the hottest female guides.

Dumas was massaging Nathalie's smooth bouncy ass cheeks, then let one hand slide don the cleft of her ass and began to rub her pussy. Slick wet sounds reached the ears of the two remaining male guides.

"Damn, you're soaking!" Dumas exclaimed. A very attractive blush spread over Nathalie's face from where she was supporting herself with her elbows on the sofa. Her breast dangling freely in the air. Paul felt some second hand embarrassment as well. Paul had a deed dislike for the S class esper's tendency to make needless sexual remarks during guidance.

Dumas did not waste anymore time, and began to slide his cock in with a slick noise. Both Nathalie and Dumas groaned as he bottomed out.

Paul's cheeks heated up and he tried to distract himself from the two. Nathalie, made a lot of noise during guiding. She often gasped, or moaned even during normal guiding, as for the sexual guidance.

Every slap och hips against her as, was followed with a pleasured moan, it sounded and looked very much like a shameless porn flick.

He turned his gaze towards amir, who didn't quite know where to look, his eyes wandering only to inevitably return to Nathalie, his cheeks dark with a blush. Paul did not look to see if he was hard.

"Nathalie will be done very soon." Paul murmured to him. His brown eyes abruptly turned to Paul's. And he gulped. "You should wait here until then and help to carry her down to the recovery ward.

The recovery ward was a dedicated resting space that Guides that had been exhausted through guiding could recover in relative privacy. Technically Intisara should have stayed down there to rest, but it seemed like Exclusive guides got certain privileges other's didn't.

Amir looked at him uncomprehending. "But they've just started...?"

"She can't go on for very long. She's an F class guide." Paul answered. Amir gave him a disbelieving look. F class guides rarely actually worked as guides, and even more seldomly were found in guild. There were rumors that Nathalie got in by merit of her model status, able to contribute in the guild in their promotional material. Her compatibility with Dumas secured her employment further.

Paul began preparing himself, knowing it would be his turn soon. His fingers slid back to the base of his anal plug and beginning to gently shimmy it slightly, dislodging it from here it sat deep inside of him and pulling it towards his sphincter.

HE Approached Nathalie from where she was lying on the sofa her moans reaching a crescendo. Paul grabbed one of the sofa cushions with his free hand and slid it gently between Nathalie's forearms.

As an F Class guide. Nathalie was did not actually have the endurance required to really help most Espers. Which meant in practice that the margin between her having energy to guide and her collapsing from over guidance was hair thin.

She was very close, her eyes, were completely glazed and unseeing. Abruptly, mid moan, as Dumas thrust into her, Nathalie collapsed. Her body fell limp and she fell face first into the pillow Paul. Had just provided.

Usually, Low class guides would never be asked to guide because the added benefit they could provide through a sexual guidance was so marginal that they might as well give it through non sexual means.

Did that matter to Dumas?

No. Because her drop in the bucket was still more then most other guides in this guild could provide.

Dumas pumped back into her another two times before pulling out, his jaw clenched with pleasure and his eyes locking on Paul, the only remaining Guide that could alleviate him in the room.