Jul 012015
 

When you deal in magic your home becomes a temple. Magic flows and moves all around us constantly so it helps if the area you live in is not spiritually polluted. A wise magician takes care to make sure his area is cleansed regularly and to not bring in negative influences.

I had gotten really bad at that last part lately.

A knock at the door woke me up. I was in a deep sleep dreaming about dolphins sucking on my toes. It was a pleasant dream.

The knocking dragged me out of the bliss of sleep. I became aware of my body slowly. I thought the dolphins had followed me at first but it turned out that was just Karen. The redhead stock broker was sucking on my toes and had no desire to quit anytime soon.

A groan came from my right. Standing by my bed was a tall man with blonde hair. He watched Karen intensely while he jacked his very chaffed cock. It took me a moment to remember his name. It was Tom and he was also a stock broker.

The knocking returned. I sat up and sighed. The knocking wasn’t going away.

“Stop sucking my toes,” I said gently. Karen pouted. She had a serious oral fixation.

“Suck on Tom instead,” I said. Tom grunted and shook his head. “Oh yeah, right. Suck on your toes instead and let him watch.”

Karen and Tom groaned together. I rolled out of bed as Karen tried to get her toes in her mouth. She had a hard time but she was very persistent. I had no doubt she would get something into her mouth.

The knocking grew louder. I stumbled out of the bedroom naked. If someone was going to wake me up, they were getting all of me. I headed for the stairs but stopped at one of the guest rooms instead.

Inside was a bound black woman. She had a full sensory deprivation hood on. She was tied to a rope pentagram that suspended her two inches from the floor. Desire dripped from her sex to the floor.

I completely forgot her name but she looked fine. She too was also a stock broker.

The knocking became slow and angry. I made my way downstairs. I grabbed a water bottle from a step. I downed the remaining water. Last night had been dehydrating.

I finally opened the door. An Asian woman in a business suit stood on my porch. Gold glasses that might have been real gold sat on her nose. Shoulder length black hair framed a stern face. She held a briefcase that gave me a bad vibe.

Ha, they sent another one.

“Samuel Noon?” she asked. A single glance of her eyes took in my hard cock and flicked back to my eyes. She didn’t seem the least bit perturbed by my nudity.

“That is a name I answer to,” I said. “Come on in.”

“Mr. Noon, my name is Emily Hyata and I am here on behalf of the firm of Silverman and Tacks.”

“No shit,” I said. I was always more sarcastic before breakfast. I sat down on the chair and pointed to the couch.

Ms. Hyata sat down and ignored the purple dildo beside her. She flipped open the briefcase and took out a familiar looking piece of paper. She closed the case and held onto the paper.

“Mr. Noon, my firm is currently in the process of recruiting new talent,” Ms. Hyata said. “We are seeking to open a new branch on the west coast as well as several foreign markets. Although you have never formerly worked in a corporate environment, we have reason to believe your talents could be an asset to us.”

A shudder went through me. Just the thought of having a day job was disgusting.

“And what would I be doing?” I asked.

Ms. Hyata smiled. It almost looked genuine. She unclasped the button of her jacket and licked her lips. “We will bring you in for a full assessment of your abilities to properly place you but our reports had told us that you are good at summing spirits as well as performing divination.”

“I am quite good at divination,” I said. “I assume you would have me predicting stock markets and financial shit?”

“Certainly,” she said. Without noticing, she kicked off her shoes. “But other firms try to predict the markets but Silverman and Tacks have a more diversified approach. We question spirits about CEO’s, other banks and bribable congressmen and regulators. We try to predict the behavior of everyone who stands in the way of personal profit.”

It sounded like such a waste of magic but something caught my interest. “Tell me more of this personal profit. Is that like commissions?”

“Of course!” Ms. Hyata said. She slid off her jacket and draped it over the dildo. Her legs parted and stretched the material of her skirt.

“We offer a full package of incentives to all of our employees,” she said. “That includes health insurance, full blessings by our trained staff, commissions as well as 401K’s and the secret 623K that congress just passed that is only available to those in the financial industry.”

Ms. Hyata started to unbutton her blouse. I saw the peek of a red bra underneath her blue shirt. For some reason, I wasn’t interested in it. I was distracted by what she had said.

“Tell me more about 401K’s,” I said. “I don’t know what that is but I feel like I want it.”

Ms. Hyata got frustrated unbuttoning her shirt and simply pulled it apart. Buttons popped everywhere. She stood up and her briefcase fell to the floor. The paper she had taken out drifted to the coffee table. She ignored it as she took off her blouse.

“I feel strange,” she said.

I stood up and grabbed the paper. It had numbers on it. I didn’t understand them but they looked big and the percentages made my cock hard.

“Your colleagues never told me about ten percent salary growth,” I said. “I like that.”

Ms. Hyata frowned. “My colleagues? Have you heard from them? They called to say you declined our offer but we never heard back from them. They haven’t returned to work.”

“Oh yes,” I said. “Karen has been living out her fantasy as an oral slut for the past week. That woman will put anything in her mouth. Tom is a voyeur and has been operating as a sort of silent wingman with me as he watches me fuck people. The first one you guys sent, I forget her name, she loves bondage. I am planning to get her in touch with a rope woman I know.”

Ms. Hyata looked around my house as if noticing it for the first time. She unzipped her skirt and it dropped to the ground. Black stockings encased her slender legs. Bright blue panties hid her sex.

“If you have harmed them in any way,” Ms. Hyata began to threaten. Her threat would have been scarier if she hadn’t been rubbing her nipples.

“Of course not,” I said. “My home has been warded to remove connections from those who enter. People who walk through my door are cleansed of bonded thought. Deals made with spirits, contracts written in blood and personal hauntings are exorcised.”

Ms. Hyata looked horrified as she pulled down her panties. “Those connections take years to form! I personally have transacted with seventeen different principles of commerce for their guidance. You’re reducing their enhanced value to zero!”

I shrugged and stared at the employment offer. “I thought it was better than letting strangers bring their own demons into my house. Now I am not so sure. It says here that you will provide stock options. That’s good, right? I feel like it is a good thing.”

“Why am I so horny?” Ms. Hyata said. “I have sex with an intern twice a week. He was my Christmas bonus.”

She stood before me with a neatly trimmed bush of pubic hair. Her fingers were buried in her wet sex. My cock responded but it was a distraction. I really wanted to know about those stock options.

“Every use of magic reformats the mind,” I said. “You might have sex but your inner desire has been steadily replaced with financial greed. You’re dealing with a career’s worth of ignored sexual desire.”

Ms. Hyata finger fucked herself harder. “Eat my ass,” she said. She turned around and presented a firm fit ass for my devouring.

I could care less. “But really, what are stock options?” I asked. “I really want those.”

“I’ll tell you if you eat my ass,” she said.

Annoyance flashed through me but something else did as well. This was a transaction. She would provide information for ass eating. It was a small price for a good amount of gain. My cock got hard thinking about it.

I grabbed her hips and pulled her to me. I buried my face in her ass. She smelled like expensive soaps and more expensive clothing.

“Yes!” Ms. Hyata moaned. She ground her ass into my face.

My tongue found her asshole. I flicked my tongue against her tiny hole. I tasted skin and something else that I didn’t think about.

“Tell me,” I said with my face in her ass.

“A stock option is a contract between two parties,” Ms. Hyata began.

I tightened my grip on her thighs. My tongue pushed against her tight little anus and sought to work my way inside her. I felt her ass quiver around my face.

“The stock option buyer, known as the holder, purchases the right, but not the obligation, to buy or sell shares of an underlying stock,” she said before her voice broke and she let out a loud groan.

I needed to know more. My hand slipped between her thighs and onto her sex. I pushed her hand out of the way and my fingers entered her sex. While my tongue kept licking, my fingers stroked the inside of her sex.

“Yes” Ms. Hyata cried. “The purchase is at a predetermined price from and to the option seller within a fixed period of time.”

It was gibberish to me but it made me feel so good. I wanted that. I wanted that and I wanted more of that. I wanted as much as there was to take at an advantageous price to myself.

The tip of my tongue wiggled inside the ring of her anus. My fingers fucked her sex with all of my new found enthusiasm for stock options.

Ms. Hyata shook in my grasp. Her ass clenched around my mouth as her pussy clenched around my fingers. She shook as I licked and finger fucked her.

“Shit! Who’s that?” she yelled.

I didn’t need to look up. “That’s Tom. He likes to watch.”

“Fuck me,” Ms. Hyata said. “I need a cock in me.”

A part of me wanted to do that but I shook my head after giving her anus a final lick. “What do I get?” I demanded.

“What do you want?” Ms. Hyata said.

I wanted it all. “What can you offer?” I said. My fingers fucked her wet sex harder.

“I can offer you your own team to manage,” Ms. Hyata said.

That confused me. I pulled my fingers out of her sex. “Does that give me more money?”

“Yes!” Ms. Hyata said. She stepped away and bent over my coffee table. Her legs parted and she lifted her ass to me.

“Fuck me now or the offer is off the table!” she said.

I sprang into action. Wealth was at stake! Once again I grabbed her hips but this time it was my cock that I slid into her. Her wet pussy took my cock and clenched tightly around it.

“Do I get a company car?” I asked. Her buttocks bounced from where my hips crashed into her.

“Two cars!” she cried. She reached under and stroked herself as I fucked her.

“Do I get quarterly bonuses?” I asked. My cock slammed relentlessly into her.

“Yes! Dependent on performance review!” she cried. The table shook from the force of our fucking.

“Ask for three weeks vacation time!” Tom yelled from the staircase. He was jacking his sore cock with both hands.

I grabbed Ms. Hyata’s ponytail and pulled her head back. “What he said!”

“Three weeks to start and then five weeks after a year!” Ms. Hyata yelled. “Now shut up and fuck me!”

I did. I fucked the hot Asian woman while thinking about all the money I will be making. I fucked her hard while Tom watched and jacked off. I fucked her tight pussy with a passion I couldn’t explain.

We came at the same time. My cock exploded inside her while tight walls quivered around me. We screamed together as we swapped sexual fluids and magical energies.

I fell back onto the chair. Ms. Hyata fell onto the coffee table.

Tom kept stroking.

“What the fuck was that?” Ms. Hyata said.

“What the fuck was I saying?” I said. “For one moment I really wanted a bank account.”

Ms. Hyata turned around and sat on the coffee table. She wouldn’t be the first person to leave a wet spot on it. Her gold glasses had nearly slid completely off her nose.

“Well?” she demanded.

“I have a theory,” I said. “You’re my fourth guest in a short time to bring with you your own magical energies. I think my cleansing system got overwhelmed. I think some of your energies got into me and vice versa.”

She nodded. “And the orgasm reset our equilibriums. Interesting, hopefully this means all of my spirit contracts are still valid.”

“Should be, but you should probably go now,” I said.

“I agree,” she said. Clinically she began to gather her clothes. “Mr. Noon, I do not believe you would be a good fit for out company. There will be no offers made.”

“Thank goddess,” I said. “My cock needs a fucking break.”

  2 Responses to “Fiction: Synergistic Integration”

  1. Heh, I love how that fell apart and reset at the end. It was fun. She probably should have asked for her people back though. Thank you, I loved it.

    • Thanks. I suspect that she viewed them as weak and unfit for not escaping on their own. Or that is what she will tell her bosses when she brags about how good she was.

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