Chapter 748 – The Blow-Job Logistics

Chapter 748 – The Blow-Job Logistics

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. As the Synergy Perk, he had acquired another level in Third Eye. It was alright, if a bit limited.



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.

“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.