This is the final Faunus Fantasies Story. As with the final episodes of TV shows, you really need to read at least a couple of the other stories to understand what’s going on. The more of them you have read, the more jokes and references you will appreciate. Thank you so much for reading! I really appreciate you!
During dinner, Claire was silent, taking tiny, reluctant bites of my chicken tetrazzini, despite its being one of her favorites. Mel and I carried on an animated discussion about a movie we saw together the previous weekend, but Claire spoke not a word. Usually, she had frighteningly strong opinions about films and seldom held back letting us know what she thought. She was almost as passionate about art as she was about fucking.
That night while eating, in the house the three of us had bought a little over a year ago, she never said a thing, her eyes down the entire time. She finished her plate twenty minutes after Mel, normally the slowest of us all. Another odd thing was that she downed a whole bottle of Chardonnay by herself. Normally, two glasses was her limit. Something clearly was bothering her.
Swallowing a final bite, Claire laid her fork on the plate and let out a heavy sigh. She put her elbows on the table and covered her eyes with trembling fingertips.
Mel squeezed Claire’s forearm. Claire took her hand, interlacing their fingers. She reached for me, doing the same.
“What’s going on Claire?” Mel asked. “I haven’t seen you this down in a very long time.”
Claire gave us a sad smile.
“Take me to bed and fuck me,” she said. “Then maybe I’ll be able to talk about it.”
We headed for the bedroom.
“What do you need, Claire?” I asked.
She was on the verge of tears, her eyes shining. This must be serious, whatever it was. Claire was the toughest of us all. For something to upset her this much, it must be big.
“Hold me for a little while” she said, “Then fuck the shit out of me.”
Mel pulled Claire’s maroon turtleneck over her head as I unbuttoned the three big buttons on the side of her plaid wool skirt. As it came free, revealing her long, pale legs encased in thigh-high sheer white hose, I draped it over the back of a nearby chair. As many times as I’d seen, touched, and fucked her beautiful, trim body over the past few years, I still took in a sharp breath on seeing it in the frilly underthings she so loved to wear: a lacy, white bra, matching panties, and a garter belt holding up her stockings.
Mel placed Claire’s top over the chair with her skirt, then freed Clair’s gorgeous tits from her bra. As Mel stroked and licked those exquisite orbs, I unhooked her hose from the garter belt and rolled them down her dancer’s legs. Before long, we had her undressed.
I pulled my polo shirt over my head, tossing it on the floor. Kissing Claire’s shoulders, I could see Mel hurrying to lose her black denim skirt and red satin top. Mel was beautiful in her own right, with her curvy, short, body and painfully delicious tits. I unhooked my belt then dropped my pants and underwear. My cock was erect with anticipation. We took Claire’s hands and led her to the bed.
Claire sighed with relief as she pressed her full length against me, my cock nestled in the crack of her ass. I caressed her full breasts, rolling and squeezing her nipples into little points as she moaned. She draped a long leg over me, making her pussy easily available.My hand drifted to her shaved cunt, parting her lips and stroking just inside her lips. She was dripping wet. Avoiding her clitoris for the moment, I slipped two fingers inside of her, eliciting another moan, louder this time. I brought my fingers to my mouth and sucked her juices off of them.
Nibbling her neck, I said, “As delicious as always.”
She turned to kiss me, a deep kiss, her sweet, talented tongue exploring my mouth, her breathing heavy..
Mel lay beside us, watching with a smile. Her right hand stroked her clit as she touched Claire’s face with her left.
“Mike?” Claire said with a quaver in her voice.
“I need you to fuck me now.”
“Of course, love.”
I lined my cock up against her opening, then slid it into her gently, enjoying the texture of her inner walls. I grinned hearing her long, low groan as my hard tool glided deeper and deeper. She gasped as my cock head touched her cervix, filling her completely.
“Much better,” she said. I could hear the smile in her voice.
She reached for Mel.
“Come here, you,” she said.
Mel moved to press herself against Claire. The two women moaned as they kissed. Claire slithered a hand between Mel’s legs and strummed her clit, making her gasp.
“Oh fuck yes,” Claire said, sniffling, her chin on Mel’s shoulder. “This is what I needed. God but I love you both.”
The speed and intensity of our fucking increased until I was pounding into Claire hard while she fingered Mel faster and faster. We all came at the same time, shouting and screaming. I bellowed as I filled maltepe escort Claire’s slick passage with my cum. We lay entwined for I don’t know how long, whispering endearments punctuated by giggles of contentment.
Lying on our backs side by side, still getting our breath back, Claire stared at the ceiling, her chest heaving. Watching her soft breasts rise and fall was hypnotic.
“I have a decision to make,” Claire said. “And it affects us all.”
“Take your time,” Mel said. “You know we’re on your side.”
Claire sniffed. A tear glided down the side of her face.
“I had a discussion with Eddie today,” Claire said.
“Uh-oh,” Mel said. “This already doesn’t sound good.”
Despite her obvious distress, Claire smiled.
“You got that right. Mike, you know that new cloud-based gig assignment system Eddie put in place a couple of years ago?”
“Yeah,” I said. “I still hate that thing.”
“Me too. Turns out that was step one of a larger plan. As Chief Operating Officer, I saw the invoices for other stuff, like property purchases and bank transfers. I should have been smart enough to put the pieces together. I thought he was just investing in a hot real estate market, broadening his portfolio.”
“What’s his plan?”
“He’s opening a Faunus house in Las Vegas, all the way on the other side of the country. And maybe more in other places if that goes well. With the paper-based system we had before, it was too much trouble for him to manage multiple locations. Now he can do it with a click of a mouse.”
“Well, good for Eddie,” Mel said. “It’ll keep him occupied. Less likely to stir up trouble.”
“Not so good for us,” Claire said. “He asked me to move out there and run the place for at least a year. I’d make significantly more money and have more responsibility. I would also stop doing gigs. I would hand it off to a local manager when everything was settled. When would I be able to return home? Completely unknown. For all I know, he might immediately send me to L.A. or Seattle to open another house. I might not ever be able to come back home.”
“Ah,” I said. “And what did you tell him?”
“I said it was a big decision and that I’d have to think about it. He laughed and asked if I had to get permission from Mommy and Daddy. He knows about the three of us. For how long, I don’t know. I thought we’d kept our arrangement secret from him. I was wrong.”
I rolled over, kissed Claire’s shoulder, and held her tight. Mel moved over to hug us both. Claire sighed a contented sigh.
“What do you want to do, Claire?” Mel asked, searching her eyes.
I felt more than heard Claire laugh.
“Like most people, I want to have my cake and eat it, too,” she said. “I want to stay here with you. I also want to take Eddie up on his offer, mainly because it would be something different and an interesting challenge. I know I can’t have both. It would also be a relief to stop doing gigs. They’re not fun the way they used to be, except for the ones I do with Mike.”
“Yeah, that’s a tough one,” I said. “How long do you have to decide?”
“As is typical, Eddie wanted an answer yesterday. I got a week out of him.”
Mel and I hugged her again. I felt the tension leave her body as she let out a long breath.
“Let’s talk more about this in the den, okay?” she said, rising from the bed and putting on her robe..
We talked late into the night, not really reaching a consensus. Mel wasn’t about to abandon her bookstore, especially since it was turning a healthy profit. A move to Vegas wasn’t in the cards for her. If I left to be with Claire, I’d leave behind not just Mel but also my kids. Having missed out on so much of their early childhood and just having gotten to a place where I finally had a friendly relationship with my ex-wife Amanda again, I wasn’t going to abandon them all to move to Vegas.
“So if I go, I’ll be the bad guy,” Claire said, finally. “If I stay, Eddie will be pissed and I’ll probably get demoted to operative status at best, having to take whatever bones he chooses to throw my way. Given Eddie’s vindictive nature, they won’t be tasty bones, either. Worse yet, he could knock me all the way down to being a receptionist or fire me. And Mike, he’ll probably take it out on you, too. You’ll get the worst assignments imaginable to punish me through you.”
Mel moved from the couch to sit on the floor, resting her head against Claire’s thigh.
“Not the bad guy,” Mel said, blinking away tears. “Never the bad guy. Not to me. I thought I’d lost you forever but now we’ve had a good run. What’s it been? Two, three years? Do what you need to do, love, with my blessing. Whatever you decide.”
Claire, openly weeping, stroked Mel’s hair. She looked up at me.
“Mike?” she said, her voice cracking.
“I’m with Mel,” I said. “Do what you need to do. But are we sure there isn’t another option?” Doing my best William Shatner imitation, I said, “I want that third alternative!”
Blank looks from Mel and escort maltepe Claire.
“Star Trek? The original series? The episode with the giant brain cells?” I said.
They both shrugged.
“What are you going on about, Mike?” Claire asked, smiling through her tears and shaking her head.
“There have to be other solutions,” I said, “Infinite diversity in infinite combinations? Anybody?”
More shrugs. Laughter from Mel and Claire.
“Mike, you a such a geek,” Mel said.
“What I’m saying is, these can’t be the only choices. We’ve got a week. We’ll come up with something.”
I had free time with no assignments. As was typical in early- to mid-December, between Thanksgiving and Christmas, business dropped off as people scurried to meet a million social obligations, leaving them no time or money for the services Faunus offered.
“Let’s go to sleep,” I said. “It’s late. Tomorrow will be brighter.”
We returned to the bedroom and fell together in a contented heap.
The next morning, Mel left for work and Claire departed for her COO duties at Faunus. Alone in the house, I nursed a third cup of coffee, thinking. Faunus had been good to me, financially. I logged into my investment company’s website. I tend to live pretty frugally. I saved most of my income from Faunus. I had a substantial amount of money invested now, enough to live comfortably for quite a while on interest and dividends alone.
I called Angela, my investment advisor.
Immediately after that call, I got a text from Eddie, asking me to report to the office. A new gig, dammit. I logged into the Faunus assignment system and checked out what he had in mind for me.
Mrs. Amber Adams was a society lady, early thirties, from old money. Married to an elderly man twice her age who ran a top-level brokerage firm.
She was attractive and eager for new experiences.
It was a plum assignment, but first I had to have a talk with Eddie.
I sat across from Eddie in his office. He puffed a noxious cigar and put his hands behind his head, relaxing into his chair.
“So Mike,” he said. “Have a chance to go over Mrs. Adams’ file?”
“Yes, and even though it looks like fun I won’t be doing the gig,” I said.
“What do you mean?” Eddie asked, leaning forward. His flabby white forearms slapped down on the desk.
“Actually, Eddie, I’m here to give you my two weeks’ notice. You’ve been a good boss but it’s time to move on. I’ll be hitting forty before too long. I can’t keep doing this forever.”
He sat back, mouth open, dropping his cigar. He scrambled to retrieve it.
“You’re shitting me.”
“No, Eddie, I’m serious..”
“This have anything to do with the Vegas situation?” he asked.
“Not directly, but it did get me thinking,” I said.
“So Claire told you. And that bookworm, too?”
“Yeah. But I’ve been thinking about this for a while. It’s just time, Eddie.”
“Don’t fuck with me, Mike. I can put the hurt on you real bad.”
Eddie narrowed his eyes.
“Without me, pal, you’d be nothing,” he said. “I can turn off all that fancy nanotech you got with a few taps on a screen. Then you’d just be plain old Mike Fucking Sad Sack Moller. Working minimum wage. Barely getting by.”
“Okay, Eddie,” I said. “Go for it. Flip that switch. Call in your technicians. Turn it off. I’m good with that.”
“You’re shitting me,” he said.
“The economy’s tons better now than when I took this job,” I said. “I’ll get by. There are plenty of companies looking for competent managers with financial experience. My Faunus enhancements are nice, but I don’t need them to survive.
I picked up his desk phone and set it down in front of him.
“Make the call, Eddie,” I said.
Eddie glared at me, fury in his eyes.
“You know, don’t you?” he said. “She told you, you sumbitch. That shit’s permanent. Long term effects? We don’t know. But once those nanoparticles are in your system, there’s no way to get rid of them.”
I relaxed. I’d won.
“What can I do to make leaving easier for you, Eddie?” I asked.
He scratched his nose and puffed his cigar for a moment, looking into the distance.
“Give me a month, Mike,” he said. “Two weeks isn’t enough. No gigs. Help train your replacement. You’re one of my best operatives and you know it. That’s why I got so pissed when you said you were quitting. You’ve made me a ton of money. If you could pass on some of your mojo, I’d appreciate it.”
“Eddie, you got yourself a deal.”
Claire got home before Mel, slamming the door behind her.
Uh-oh, I thought. Here comes trouble.
I was in a recliner in the den, reading. The crew of the Pequod were busy on deck, elbow-deep in barrels of sperm oil from the whale they’d just killed, squishing the lumpy masses to smoothness with their bare hands.
Claire sat directly across me in her black mandarin-collar dress, her expression unreadable, maltepe escort bayan her posture stiff.
“Hi Claire,” I said, putting down my book. “I guess you heard the news. I put in my notice at Faunus today.”
“Mike Moller, I don’t know whether to fuck the shit out of you or kill you,” she said.
A smile twitched across my face for a moment.
“I know which I would pick,” I said.
She leapt at me, hugging me hard, laughing. I returned her hug.
“I quit too,” she said. “Or technically, put in my notice.”
She arranged herself sideways on my lap, arm around my shoulders. She kissed me and held me tight for a moment.
“Yeah, really. Two weeks from now, I’m officially unemployed. I just couldn’t do it, Mike. You and Mel are too important to me. Oh! And I almost forgot!”
“This,” she said, drawing a USB stick from her purse. “The control software for our enhancements. I’ve had it on my work computer for a while but this was my first opportunity to sneak it out. It took real effort to get my hands on this.”
“You’ve tested it?” I asked.
“Yep. It’s the real thing. Works like a charm.”
“Brilliant. And you know what else, Claire?”
“Congrats to us. Seriously. We both should have quit a long time ago.”
“You’re right,” she said. “Congratulations to us. I feel free for the first time in forever. Now we just have to figure out what we’re going to do next.”
“I have some ideas,” I said.
“Do tell,” she said, melting into me, looking happier than she had in ages.
“Let’s wait for Mel to get home, so I don’t have to go over it twice. But I think you’ll like what I’ve got in mind”
“Mr. Moller, you are a cruel, cruel man. But I know how to make you talk.”
She sank to her knees in front of me, maintaining eye contact the whole time. Her soft hands stroked my dick through my khakis. As I reached full hardness, she unzipped my fly and pulled my turgid rod free. She took a long, slow lick of its length and smiled. A strand of pre-cum and saliva hung between her lips and my cock head.
“You don’t play fair,” I said with a catch in my breath.
“No, sir, I do not,” she said before taking my full length into her mouth over and over again.
As I approached the point of no return, feeling my cum rising, she backed away with a huge smile on her face.
“Dammit, Claire!” I said with a gasp of frustration.
“Talk, or it’s blue balls for you. Your choice.”
“First I cum, then I’ll tell you everything,” I said through gritted teeth.
“You’re on,” she said before diving back onto my dick and sucking me for all she was worth. I grabbed her hair and thrust again and again into her mouth as my release approached.
“OH FUCK SHIT CLAIRE!” I shouted as I came, spewing rope after rope of my seed down that pretty throat. She swallowed for all she was worth but a lone drop escaped at the corner of her mouth. When I finished and had released my grip on her head, she gathered the errant bead of semen on her finger and licked it clean. She looked up at me with a wicked grin. I grabbed her upper arms and lifted her to kiss her, hard.
“All right, Mike, what’s your plan?”
“This,” I said, standing and tossing her into the recliner and holding her in place with one hand on her sternum.
“Hey, no fair!” she said.
I grabbed her panties and pulled them off, then pulled up the hem of her dress, leaving her naked from the waist down. I arranged her ass at the edge of the seat. I put her legs over my shoulders and began giving her smooth snatch long licks with my flattened tongue . She gasped and grabbed my head, pulling it tighter against her, moaning all the while, bucking against my face as I ate her out.
As her climax approached, she tossed her head from side to side in ecstasy. My cock twitched to life again, becoming harder and harder. Her breathing became labored as I zeroed in on her clitoris. She screamed as I sucked on her nubbin, bringing her right to the edge and then over it.
“OH FUCK YEAH!” she screamed as she bucked against my face. “NGH! OH! OH! OH! FUUUUUCK!”
I pulled away. Removing my clothes and kneeling again before her, I rammed the full length of my tool into her soaking hole. She threw her head back and screamed as another orgasm overcame her, her legs wrapped around me and her vagina clamped tight around my cock. I continued to shove into her repeatedly, our bodies slapping together as I brought her to a third orgasm.
I could hold out no longer. Grabbing her by the shoulders, I fucked her hard, pounding her pussy with all the strength I had. As Claire wrapped her legs around me and screamed her enjoyment of my cock, my balls tingled and tightened, ready to shoot another load into this beautiful woman. A few thrusts later, my sperm fired into her. I yelled and bucked even harder as I came, spraying the inside of her tight canal with my spunk.
Coming down from my climax, I kissed her, our tongues intertwined. We hugged each other tight, cuddling on the recliner.
“You are very, very bad,” she said, panting hard with a big smile, sweat beading on her forehead.
“I learned from the best,” I said with a smirk.