>Your station is clean
>Every client has been taken care of for the day, along with a sudden visit from a pinky that managed to get a cramp
>All you need to do now is wait
>Wait in your clean, well kept, sweat and sex smelling office
>You've tried to mask it with the spray you found in the bathroom but a whole bottle wasn't strong enough
>It's starting to mess with your train of thought
>Your report is filled with innuendos and lewd remarks about the clients you have had today
>Luckily you managed to change out some words to make it read like a proper report
>Not a steamy novel displayed in a book store
>A book store filled with magazines of hellspawn in increasingly lewd displays
>You shake your head and that thought away from your conscience
>You check you clock for the fifth time this hour and see that you still have to be here for another thirty minutes
>Thirthy minutes in this haze of leftover lust that's slowly drilling it's way into your skull
>You should have a window installed here, or a bargain bin fan
>Anything to make days like these easier
>Unlucky for you, your day is not over when you leave the office
>You still have to give back the stuff that the demons have left behind, all of which rests in a drawer in your desk
>Thinking about meeting them again excites you
>Not in the way you got excited around them before
>More like a rumbling feeling of anticipation
>It's strong and keeps getting stronger
>Might be getting too strong, it seems to shake the world around you
>You gain a moment of clarity and realize that rumbling isn't your body telling you you're excited but something walking
>The water in your canister jumps at each step this creature takes
>With one big step you felt through the floor it stopped
>The automatic door started to open slowly
>Too slow for the demon behind it
>A big four fingered hand squeezes through the gap and forces it open
>And a Baron steps into your office with his cloven feet
>Baron of Hell, the longest name given to any of the hellspawn yet
>From what they've said they were the top dog in hell, royal guards to "beings we humans can't hope to meet"
>That last part should have been the interesting part of the sentence but the sociologists we have stationed here immediatly latched onto the "royal"
>They immediately snatched every Baron they could find and locked them up in their department
>The colony didn't see the sociologists and any Baron for weeks
>The poor demons didn't stand a chance against the onslaught of questions
>As, somewhat, expected those first arrivals did not get jobs in any of the research departments
>And this Baron seems to have followed that trend, no department badge on his chest
>Speaking of his chest, it's massive
>That's mostly because of his natural size but he looks to go to the gym
>You would describe his body type as one akin to a powerlifter
>Big, powerful muscles covered by a healthy amount of fat
>The spot that exemplifies this is his gut
>It's rounded but you can see his abdominals take space, easier to see when he breaths out and so you could see the muscle gut proper
>The horned demon looked down and inspected you thoroughly
"Yes, can I help you" you asked confused
>He bent down and let his mouth part in a half smile
>"So, you're the one that managed to crack his shell" he said while staring at you
>You're not sure who he meant
>He noticed your confusion and clarified, "The Hell Knight you filled with your cum today"
>The bluntness made you blush as images of your second client of the day floods back
>"I met him when I walked home from the construction site and he didn't seem like his usual self. For one he was buck as naked, an improvement in my opinion, and he walked funny"
>"Like a good friend I went up and talked to him. The smell of sex wasn't hard to notice either" he finished
>You stand up, open the drawer and hand the shorts to the Baron
>The demon looks at them in confusion, but the longer he looks at them his gaze turns more lustful
>"You have trophies eh?" he asks with a grin
>You attempt to explain that this is not a trophy but he could maybe give it back to the Hell Knight
>He tosses the green fabric on the desk and says you can keep it
>He takes a seat on the table, nearly breaking it in the process
>"So" the hellspawn started, "what did you do to make him beg for your cock?"
>Once more, the sheer lack of subtlety shocks you but you collect yourself and say you did nothing but your job
>He doesn't believe you and start saying things that might have made his friend lose his pants
>You feel insulted that the demon doesn't believe you
>You've worked hard for months now, learned every demonic muscle group and made every client leave with a smile
>Putting the shorts back in the drawer, you step around your desk and walk up to the now grinning demon
"I don't do anything but my job. No aphrodisiacs. I'm not paying them. And I do NOT do favors to write a faulty report" you say straight to the Barons face
>He starts to chuckle at your surprisingly rigid tone of voice
>The Baron licks his teeth with his broad tongue and says "Prove it"
>You point to the clock and ask him what it says
>When he doesn't say anything you clarify that your day ends in 25 minutes and that he's not one of your clients
>"So, what you're saying is that you can't make me cum my brains out under 25 minutes" he said as his grin widened
>You should have kept it professional, said something along the lines of "My job is to not make you orgasm but to make sure your body is well"
>Instead, thanks to the musk you've been in for the last hour or so, you took off your shirt and said to the Baron to lay on his front
>He gladly followed your orders and rested his chest on the table
>Your table is too small to support his entire body
>Should probably ask your old buddies at R&D for something sturdier
>You pray for a moment that the table doesn't brake and clamber ontop of his back
>Broad, that's the word you would use to describe his back
>Erector, the rhomboideus and the Levator are radiating with power as you start to feel up his back
>You feel them pulse as blood flows through them
>Deciding that the Baron can use some rough treatment, you begin by kneading and rolling his softer neck
>A low hum vibrates through him as you try to make him relax
>Once you feel your hands ache you move down and grasp the flesh under his armored flanks
>It's not easy, but you manage to pull the Erector and find a nasty knot
>"Yeah..." the horned demon groans in delight
>"I'm not weak human, go a bit harder" He later demanded
>You're already going all out from the start, but something inspires you to try something
>You flatten your hands and place them along his sides, the external oblique you mutter to yourself, and push them down with your whole body behind it
>Slowly, you feel the muscle give way to your weight
>You dig your fingers into his sides and position yourself as if you're going to lift a heavy box
>Once you feel ready, you "lift" the flesh and make the sinews grind against each other
>You get into it quickly
>Squatting and lifting the Baron's firm gut is an exercise in and itself but persevere just to his
>You can't see his face but you hear him
>His groans are deep and once you untie a knot he breaths out with joy
>Imagining his face keeps you going even if your own back starts to hurt and your hands start to heat up
>Not only that his, the hellspawn's sides are starting to heat up
>It should not come as a surprise really
>You are creating a whole lot of friction while doing this
>Quickly you remove your hands from his burning skin to avoid getting hurt
>You wave your hands and cuss under your breath
>"That's nice" the baron mutters as your waving involuntarily cooled his sides
>While your hands cool down you press your elbow into his shoulder
>Even if your hands don't work does not mean you should stop your massage
>But as you press into the flesh you feel it fight back
>The Baron rises up from his hunched over position
>While he does so you fall of his back and land on your butt
>Not your nicest fall, but not your worst either
>"That was nice, I'll admit that" the demon says while stretching his loosened back, "but it's already been ten minutes and you've only lit a fire in my gut"
>He turns around and shows what he meant
>His boiling blood is pumping his cock to life
>It has a bend to it, as if the heavy tool can't support itself even when it's erect
>A pearl of shining pre sneaks out of his urethra and slowly glides down his shaft
>As you follow the bead you spot his low hanging sack, swinging from side to side after turning around
>You prop yourself and turn your gaze to his burning eyes
>The fire is fueled by lust
>Driven to desire by your hard work and the old smell of sex
>Your competetive side awakens, 15 minutes is more than enough time
>"I know I'm not smart," the demon says while his hand travels to his back, "but I've heard that the biggest muscle the body has is the ass."
>His cock jolts as he grabs his own ass and squeezes it roughly
"You're correct" you say cocksure, "Your point being?"
>The demon grins and steps over you, placing you right at the bridge between his cock and balls
>The smell is strong, the strongest you've had the pleasure to take in today
>If you had not already spent a good while in the combined musk of two demons and one imp that bailed you would have recoiled in disgust
>Now however, you take delight in mind numbing aroma
>"My point being..." the Baron says while turning around, "Eat. My. Ass"
>Each one of those words were punctated with him grinding his taint on your face
>Sparing no time, you grasp his supple cheeks and push them apart
>Once the red curtains had been opened you spotted the main act
>A winking ring, begging to be played with
>You blow some air on it and see it pull in
>As the french say, bon appétit
>Sticking your tongue out, you taste his taint and asshole
>Salty, but you can taste an earthy undertone to it
>As you savor the demonic ass you hear the Baron grunt as you tease him
>You are doing what he told you to do, he just didn't know you were a slow eater
>Your hands move on their own as they greedily knead each cheek, and in the process force the hole open
>The Baron places his hand on the back of your head and pushes you farther in
>If it's an act of desperation or one of impatience can't say
>Not that you have the time to think about it as you get closer to the luscious hole
>You circle the entrance with your tongue, one, two, three times before giving it a small kiss
>You hear the Baron's voice turn agitated as you still are toying with him
>For once you both are on the same page
>You grab his cheeks and dive in, forcefully penetrating him with your tongue
>The demon's spine tensed as a wave of pleasure traveled through it
>When you pulled out and saw the slight gape you created you felt a little proud
>You feel your body vibrate as the demon starts to laugh
>"Don't tell me my ass is too good for you. It finally got good" the hellspawn says as he forces you to the ground
>He is now sitting on you, your head is buried inside the Baron's ass and you can feel his heavy balls on your chest
>"I set the pace now" you think you heard before you got penetrated his hole once more
>It's a struggle staying conscious inside the crack
>You don't get good air, just a haze of sex and musk infiltrate your nose, and whatever you do get is used to further slicken his ass and taint with your spit
>It's made all the more distracting by your target moving away because of the Baron grinding his behind in time with your licks
>Instead of one loose and serviced hole you've got his cheeks, taint and ass shining
>Compared to the view you wanted, it's a close second
>You take a hold of his hips in an attempt to stop him
>He does so confused, curious to see what you've planned
>The Baron stopped on the perfect spot, you part your jaw as far as you can and spear his guts with your tongue
>You finally got a moan out of him, it was deep and robust
>Could shatter a mountain if it wanted
>As you held him in place you felt something hitting your chest
>It bounced on it, you felt it's weight for nary a second before it was gone again
>You tried to ignore it as you explored the hellspawn's insides, but it happened to often to just phase it out
>Once you heard the slick sound of flesh meeting flesh did you understand what was happening
>He has started stroking his shaft, pumping it carelessly and bringing his balls with the motion
>That is what is hitting your chest
>You admit that the idea is kinda hot, but you're just reminded of your own member trapped in his cloth prison
>It's not comfortable you will admit that
>You hope that the demon soon wants something to hit him deeper
>You could use the break, your jaw is starting to ache and your vision is getting blurry
>The Baron groans as he gives his dick one last stroke
>You hear him take deep breaths as the demon shifts, giving you more room to breath yourself
>Not what you had in mind but it's better than nothing
>But you jump when you feel something grab the outline of your cock
>"You got a good tongue, I like that" the Baron says between labored breaths
>The hellspawn strokes your member though the fabric twice before moving up and grasping your belt
>He is gentler than you expected
>Calm, calculated movements as he unbuckles your belt and unzips your pants
>Maybe beneath his blunt, ravenous demeanor there is something calmer hiding
>You don't get long to think about that as you feel the air hit your throbbing dick
>"But as good as your tongue is I need something that can reach deeper" he says twisting your cock head between his fingers
>He moves away from your head to now hover over your crotch, cloven feet beside your chest as he grips the massage table in support
>"I'm not like the cocksluts you've collected" the Baron says as he drops down and takes your entire member in one go
>For a big guy he is painfully tight, he clamps down on your dick like a vice and gives it a massage of his own
>He gyrates his hips, stretching himself wider while he toys with you
>You feel your tip rub against his prostate and the Baron shudders in delight
>"When I want something, I take it" the demon warns you before he raises his hips and crash down onto yours
>The Baron is moving wildly
>His junk flops around, covering your chest and face with loose drops of pre that the baron milks out of himself
>Even if he's using you right now as his toy, you can't say you feel unsafe
>He slows down right before your hips meet and eyes your reaction to everything he does
>Not that he could find any trace of discomfort on your face
>He tightens as he pulls up and relaxes when he comes back down
>You're all to eager to let him ride you into the climax, and so is he
>The demon's eyes are burning fiercely
>He is groaning with each buck of his hips
>Drunk on pleasure, he taunts you to fuck him back
>You bend your knees along his rump and thurst into him as he went down
>You felt yourself going deeper than before into the wet, warm depths of his ass
>For the first time you heard the Baron moan
>It was brief but cute
>As you started spearing into him he stopped meeting you halfway
>Instead he grasped his dick in one of his hands and pumped it hard
>You can barely see the blur of the hand as he strokes his cock faster and faster
>Try as you might, you can't keep up with the speed of his strokes
>The two "massages" you did earlier has taken away most of your energy
>Thankfully you're not as sensitive thanks to it
>You feel that you can outlast the Baron at this pace
>The demons hand stops at the base of the demonic member
>He's holding it tight as the clear beads of pre turn whiter with each throb
>That and the panting tells you that he's trying to make you cum first
>You can't have that
>You channel the last of your energy and begin to hammer his prostate
>He eventually gives up with and with a curse milks his cock once more
>Ten thrusts later he roars and aims his dick at his chest
>Cum sprays out of his urethra like a cannon, generously painting the red chest and belly white
>He even hits his own face with some of it
>Some trickle down onto you, but it's nothing compared to what he's getting
>As the flow turns to a trickle you pull out and push yourself away from him, letting the Baron fall down on his used ass
>You step up onto his legs and point your dick to his face
>He understands quick and opens his maw
>Grabbing onto his horns, you guide your cock into his mouth and start humping it
>Luckily, or sadly, he's just as skilled with his tongue as he his with his ass
>The smell, the feeling, the power you feel as you fuck a Baron's face
>It becomes too much
>You pull out and shoot ten thick strands of cum across his face and tongue
>One accidentally got in his eye but he laughed it off
>"It happens" the Barons says satisfied.
>He takes the afterglow better than you do
>The demon has to hold you as you step off him while he's already done with it
>He turns to look at the clock and turns back with a grin
>"Didn't think you could do it in 25 minutes," he says mockingly, "You've collected 10 minutes overtime so don't feel too bad."
>You turn to confirm what he says, you failed
>"But I'm not a poor sport so I'll call it a draw" he says while wiping some of your cum off his face, "That was the BEST orgasm I've had in a while"
>As you try and collect yourself he licks his hand clean
>Once the Baron feels like you can stand he lets you go and walks over to the door
>"I don't have a trophy on me that you can add to your collection. You will have to come over to my place to get that... after we have some more fun of course." He says with a lecherous smile.
>He forces the door open, almost breaking it, again, and walks out out office
>You take one final look around as you collect the "trophies" from your drawer
>The smell of sex is clearer and the table is permanently stained white
>Signs of a good day at work
>Not so good for you when you have to clean it up but that's for the future you to worry about

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Pub: 30 Dec 2020 13:26 UTC
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