Perfect Girlfriend Juice, Ch. 07: Cultivating a Fertile Workplace Relationship (Parts 3-5)

Perfect Girlfriend Juice

by Fidget

Chapter 7: Cultivating a Fertile Workplace Relationship

Part 3

These trysts became an almost daily occurrence for the rivals-turned-lovers, and they always ended with Derek enthusiastically planting his seed deep inside his slutty coworker’s slim belly as she bent facedown over the counter in front of him, followed by Michelle immediately leaving him the fuck alone.

Derek knew that if they kept sneaking around like this that someone was bound to catch them in the act eventually, but as risky as it all was, and as much as he knew that he should still hate Michelle for all that she’d done to him, he couldn’t seem to get enough of her slutty pussy. Once enough time had passed after spending himself inside her, he’d inevitably find himself seeking her out so that he could thrust himself into the willing pleasure tunnel between her thin thighs once again.

Still, the risk to his job continued to weigh on him (and as much as he didn’t want to admit it, the risk to Michelle’s job as well), and so one day, in a moment of oxytocin-induced weakness after carelessly releasing his sperm into her tempting vagina yet again, Derek grabbed Michelle’s arm before she had a chance to leave. She struggled a bit, clearly anxious to obey her compulsion to leave him alone, but he pulled her close and impulsively gave her his home address, inviting her to come over to his place that evening.

She looked up at him strangely for a second, and then pulled her arm free and disappeared from the supply closet without a word.

Derek was shocked when Michelle actually showed up that evening, and he gaped at her slutty midriff-bearing crop top and miniskirt. He’d noticed that her outfits at work had become noticeably skimpier and more revealing over the past few weeks, but he’d never expected that this would be how she dressed outside of the office. Derek couldn’t remember exactly what he’d said to her while she was under the influence of the Perfect Girlfriend Juice, but apparently some of it had had something to do with being a slut, and Michelle seemed to have taken that part to heart. 

Either way, seeing his… enemy? Former enemy? At this point Derek wasn’t quite sure what Michelle was to him, but seeing her showing off this much skin on her bony, angular body as she openly advertised her sexuality was making his cock hard as rock. So, he immediately invited her in, bent her over the hallway table without a second thought, and fucked his second load of the day deep into her slutty pussy.

Michelle stood up as soon as he’d finished cumming inside her and, after adjusting her skirt to barely cover her used cocksheath, left immediately without so much as looking at him. She tottered down the front steps on her high heels, enjoying her body thrumming with slutty satisfaction as Derek’s thick semen leaked out between her labia. 

Derek watched her narrow ass sway from side to side as she quickly strutted away from him down the sidewalk, once again clearly inviting male attention like a common harlot, and he was surprised to find that his dick was already stiffening again at the sight.

Their encounters at work became much more infrequent, but that was only because Michelle was now making her way over to Derek’s house every evening after work so they could fuck. 

And fuck they did. Soon Derek had taken her on every surface in the house, pumping carelessly away between her legs, dumping endless loads of his creamy spunk into the enticing, insatiable abyss of Michelle’s slutty pussy.

And Michelle loved every second. Thanks to Derek and the Perfect Girlfriend Juice, she now craved the sensation of that sensitive cock rubbing directly against her slick vaginal walls, of feeling it flex inside her from the natural stimulation her body was designed to provide. She’d long recognized and resented this fact of her existence, that evolution had carefully crafted her body — without her consent — to attract the males around her, to naturally stimulate and pleasure their relentless, horny little cocks, and all so that they could sate that disgusting urge of theirs to fill her body with their genes so that nature could force her to bear their offspring against her will. 

Even now she was doing it: fucking a man bareback, unimpeded by a condom or any other form of protection, specifically for the purpose of taking his load right in that slutty pussy of hers as she’d been programmed to.

And she couldn’t get enough of it.

Soon, however, Michelle noticed that it was taking Derek longer and longer to start fucking her after she arrived at his place each evening. He fucked her eventually, of course – he always did – and he still took her roughly and with abandon, which she loved, but he also began to preface their sessions by holding her gently, by running his hands up and down her body before ripping her clothes aside and bending her over, and he even began pulling her lips up to his in sensuous kisses before getting started.

All of this confused Michelle. She was only here for sex, which was also what she thought Derek was here for, and with how horny she became whenever the prospect of getting dicked down presented itself, all of this foreplay was unnecessary, and, frankly, a waste of her time.

Even more unexpectedly, however, the genuine pleasure she’d begun to feel when getting fucked by Derek was only intensifying, and it was getting to the point where she’d had to start distracting herself from her own arousal so that she could focus on getting Derek to blow his load inside her as quickly as possible.

All of this confusion and unexpected pleasure came to a head the first time they finally fucked in Derek’s bed. Michelle had stripped off the slutty shorts she was wearing that day and had rolled over onto her knees, presenting her dripping pussy to Derek so that he could do her doggystyle while she was facedown like she was supposed to be, but he stopped himself before sliding his cock in and told her to turn over. She obeyed, but being forced to constantly look up into his face like this, in addition to being awkward and disconcerting, felt deeply… wrong somehow. So, the Perfect Girlfriend Juice made her ask “Why?”

“I want to see your face.”

“Why?”

“Because I want to see you enjoying yourself.”

“Oh.”

Again Michelle was confused. This made no sense; since Derek only saw her as a willing, fertile outlet for his reproductive urges there was no reason for him to care anything about her pleasure, much less actually enjoy it. Plus, he had specifically told her – programmed her even – to face away from him while he used her, ostensibly to make the inherently passionate nature of their semen transfer sessions feel less personal, or maybe so that he could ignore the fact that he was subconsciously trying to procreate with his most hated enemy.

There was only one easy explanation for this new development: Derek must be such a narcissist that he was now getting off on the idea that Michelle could genuinely enjoy having sex with him – aside from her Juice-induced need to fill her slutty pussy with cock, of course – and he now wanted to see that confirmation of his fragile masculinity reflected in his longtime enemy’s face.

By this point Michelle couldn’t deny that she somehow had begun to genuinely enjoy sex with Derek, but she still appreciated the deniability and separation that facing away from him gave her. After all, other than her need to let Derek impregnate her so that she could finally become his Perfect Girlfriend and be free of his influence, she really didn’t care who it was back there pounding his jizz into her slutty pussy.

Regardless of the reason for the shift in Derek’s preferences, however, the Perfect Girlfriend Juice made sure that Michelle paid close attention to each of these little hints about his inclinations, and so she now found herself staring up into Derek’s uncomfortably intense visage as he drove his cock into her pussy missionary-style, her face flushing with heat now that she was forced to recognize and enjoy her growing arousal, and it wasn’t long before the inevitable happened.

Derek made Michelle cum. Hard.

Derek had been taking his time fucking her for a while now, to Michelle’s chagrin. Not that his need for her body had decreased at all – if anything, it had only gotten stronger – but as Derek spent more time inside her, and as he explored the hard angles and small, soft curves of her body, he began to get a feel for what she liked. The signs were subtle, but they were there, and for some reason Derek really enjoyed learning to evoke those small reactions from Michelle until he could play her body like a finely-tuned instrument.

Things were a bit different with Michelle facing him like this, with her soft, slim abdomen against his abs and her small breasts in his face, but Derek put what he had learned to work anyway as he thrust himself inside, his fingers playing across her body, eliciting tightness and tingles and tickles and a pair of painfully stiff nipples that ached to be pinched, and within minutes Michelle was staring up into his eyes with cheeks and lips flushed with obvious arousal.

All of this still felt like a waste of time to Michelle, but regardless of how she felt about it, her body was responding to Derek’s touch, and in the background was the constant rhythmic stimulation of his cock rubbing against an especially sensitive spot on the front wall of Michelle’s vagina that threatened to overwhelm her with sensation.