No. Simon Wants To Renegociate (50/50 Branch)

"And how did he take it?" My master asked me. It was early morning and I was back in the office, sitting on his lap with my legs spread open and his cock buried in my pussy. It felt so right to have him inside me, to have him take me for his own pleasure, to use my body for his needs.

"Oh you'll never guess what he suggested last night!" I said, moaning and gasping as he pounded me from underneath. "He wanted to fuck me in the pussy." Though just mentioning it made me feel like throwing up again, it felt so good venting about it, and it seemed to entertain John, too. For some weird reason I felt like a teenager, eager to share the latest gossip with Master. I couldn't stop talking about everything that had been going on when alone with my boyfriend.

"Oh really?" he asked and chuckled, holding onto my tits as he pushed his cock deep inside me over and over again. "What a weirdo, right?"

"I know!" I scoffed, rolling my eyes. "What a pervert!" I was getting close. More importantly, so was John. I could feel it. He was throbbing inside me and grunting with each thrust. Soon enough he pushed me down on the desk, sending a stack of paper flying all over the room, and held me in place. I could feel his cum shooting into me, coating the inside of my pussy. My own orgasm washed over me in the process, and my legs were shaking as I rode it out, my pussy squeezing his cock for all it had to offer me. I moaned loudly, not bothering to be quiet. No one would be in the office for another half hour, and I knew how much John loved to hear me.

As he pulled out I could feel the cum leaking out of me. "Clean up," John said. "Love my cum like it's the most delicious substance in the universe and you are starving." He grinned at me.

I started salivating at his command. I was starving. The cum was a gift. The most precious and delicious food. I got down on my hands and knees and started licking it up from the floor, not letting a single drop go to waste. I was moaning at the taste, and I quickly found myself scooping it out of my own pussy. "Oh my God," I said in between moans. "It's delicious. How can it taste this good?"

John was chuckling at the display, though I barely registered his laughter, my entire existence focused on the cum. "I'm a lucky man," he said, his voice sounding distant. I didn't pay him any mind. I was too focused on my meal, and before long it was all gone, and I found myself panicking at the idea of it being over. Maybe I could milk John's cock for some more?

"Hey, asshole!" Someone called out. I might have recognized it if I had cared. I didn't care, though. All I cared about right now was the cum. I was already trying to grab a hold of John's cock to see if I could get some more, but he turned away from me, leaving me on the floor, whimpering in desperation, trying to lick at the spots I had already licked clean.

"Hey, hey!" Master was saying, his voice sounding a little panicked. "You try anything and your precious girlfriend is gonna hurt herself. Badly." Would I? The question flashed in my mind and somehow seemed to override my hunger. Protecting Master was the most important thing in my life. I quickly stood up, ready to threaten to kill myself again, just like he had told me to do before. It felt so natural to do it.

Simon was staring at me, looking at my body as I stood with my tits out and my skirt hiked up, my panties on the floor. I somehow expected him to flip out at the sight, but instead I saw him bite his lip and shake his head. Was he getting aroused?

"Calm down, John," he said. "I just want to talk." He looked at me, and then back at John, who seemed surprised to have the situation defused so quickly.

"What's up?" he asked, putting his dick back in his pants in an attempt to look presentable. Of course he didn't offer me to do the same. Why would he? I guess I was on display now, a reminder of his control, and I stood up straight, my posture accentuating the curves of my body.

Simon sighed and sat down in the chair across from John, his eyes on me. "I want to renegotiate," he said.

John chuckled. "Why the fuck would I do that?" he asked.

"You got me by the balls, alright? You know it. I know it. I'll admit it. But... I'm not stupid. I know if you really were holding all the cards I'd be out of the picture and you'd have her to yourself." He sighed. "But you're not. You're stuck with me because you know if I lose Ashley, I'll have nothing else to lose... Fuck. You're not an idiot, John. You know that."

Master was quiet for a moment, nodding. "So what do you want? I'm not sharing my holes with you, buddy."

"Jesus, you really..." Simon blurted out, shaking his head. "You want shared custody? Half of her? Then we make it fair."

"Fair?" John scoffed.

Simon looked at me and blushed, then looked back at him. "On my share, I get her full loyalty. No more bullshit like last night. No more hidden triggers to remind me that she's yours. She loves me, she's loyal to me, she does what I say. Same rules as you." He was quiet. "And your fucking hole... problems? Don't be a baby! Just program her to clean up after herself if it bothers you that much."

"And how do I know you're not going to use your control over her to fuck with mine?" Master asked, frowning. I realized I was slowly losing focus on the conversation, my hunger for his cum rising as the possibility of **** seemed to fade away.

"We set up rules, suggestions that we both agree on," Simon said. "On our half, she's ours, but she can't do anything that would fuck over the other one. Her loyalty switches, but she stays respectful of the other half."

John was nodding and thinking, and I was fighting to stay in the moment. "I can work with that, I think," he said. "But then I want us to set up a proper schedule, 'cause I don't know how long I'm gonna be able to keep fucking her here without management finding out and firing the both of us."

Simon sighed. "Jesus... Then you keep it in your pants while here! What the hell have you been thinking?" He was shaking his head in disbelief. "I'm not getting her in the office and you wont be getting her in the office because otherwise she's just going to be fired! You get weekends, I get weeknights."

"That's like..." John started counting. "She gets home at what six? Leaves at seven?"

"She needs at least an hour to get ready so let's say six too, not seven." My boyfriend said, looking at me.

"Alright so sixty hours for you and what... forty eight for me."

"I have a job too, man. I'll be sleeping for at least... thirty of my sixty hours and so will she. You'll be sleeping for what, fifteen hours out of your forty eight?"

"More like twenty..." Master answered. "I like to sleep in during the weekend."

Simon groaned and ran the numbers again. "Thirty for me, Twenty-eight for you. Plus you'll get her during the day and I only get nights. Seems fair to me."

I was trying to unbuckle Master's belt when he pushed me away, extending a hand to Simon as I moaned in frustration. "Deal," he said and they shook hands.

Simon was grinning as he turned to look at me, a glint in his eye that I had not seen before. "I didn't think you had it in you, man..." John admitted, sounding impressed.

"What?"

"All that bullshit last time, about calling the cops and all. I figured you really cared for your precious girlfriend, but here you are selling her out for a better deal." He laughed and slapped him on the shoulder. Simon winced and blushed, but didn't reply, his eyes still on me. I was barely registering what was happening. Obviously I didn't need to protect my master anymore. Fuck I needed his cum soooooo badly...

"Alright then, let's do it. Ashley. Come here." I walked up to him and stood in front of the desk, swaying a bit on my feet.