A Lifetime of Happily-Married CyberSEX

      My morale during this last week working at Beppu Hot Springs has been in high spirits since that unbelievably horny girl I call, "Venus the Goddess of Lust" walked into my life with her hips swaying like a hula dancer. I've been thinking non-stop about that erotic hot passionate fuck she threw to the point our usually annoying customers have no effect on me, and my perpetually pussy perusing boss even reckons I'm working harder then ever when he takes his eyes of the customers' asses long enough to notice anything but butts.  I'm starting to miss my fallen angel, though. I hope she brings her booty back soon before the blue balls I've been developing through all this obsessing on how hot she is explode, leveling the whole resort and eviscerating everyone within 69 kilometers, coz I have no idea where she lives. Bloody hell! I don't even know her name. Sigh!
     "Customer!" The boss yells from the front desk behind which he's no doubt checking out the cameras displaying the girls' section again. "I'll get it." I respond eagerly rushing towards the door in hopes it could be her. It isn't.  "Damn it! Where could she be? Is she ever going to come back?" I ask myself worrying that I may never make passionate love to my lusty goddess again.
     "Hello. If you'd kindly follow me, I'll direct you to the front desk where all your needs will be taken care of." I mumble, absent-mindedly avoiding my usual greeting, the long instructive spiel I'm supposed to regal customers with, but hopefully they don't know that. I lead them towards the desk, and they follow close behind looking around at everything and admiring the view of our hot springs.
     They've obviously never been here before, so they won't notice that I'm not doing my job fully because my mind's too preoccupied by my Beautiful Goddess with the biggest breasts I've ever had the pleasure to suck virgin's milk from. I'd always believed that was merely a myth until I tasted the sweet ambrosia flowing onto my tongue after teasing her nipples erect with tender licks of my tongue-tip then biting them with my lips still wet from kissing her labia and sucking as eagerly as any babe is to taste mama's milk when . . .
       "Hey, mate!" I hear in the distance, and as I turn around just after dropping  off my charges at the front for intake processing by the nearly naked nymphettes who act as advertisements of what our hot springs staff can do for you, I notice it's Ed my best mate at work. We always cover for each other. Actually, his true name's Edward, but he hates that because it's the name of that pretty boy from Twilight, so who can blame him really? We stick to calling him Ed.
     "Do you have break yet?" He asks. "We should go out for a smoke."
      "Sure thing." I replied. "I'll ask the boss if I can go a few minutes early." Not that I smoked, but Ed did, and he'd cover for me by saying I do too, so I can get that extra 10-minute break that smokers get, like you get rewarded for risking cancer or degrading the Earth's atmosphere.
     "Seen that girl again yet?" Ed asks as he takes a long drag of his smoke. "No man. I haven't seen her at all. I don't even know her name. That's the problem." I reply clearly distraught with disappointment.
     "That sucks a huge whanger, bro!" Says Ed watching me carefully to see if his callous remark might drive me to suicidal defenestration, but this seems unfeasible as the entire resort has only two floors at most.
     "So run over your romance with me again." He asks me next evidently wanting some erotic stimulation to liven up his dreary day of licking mud off the dried up cunts of lascivious ladies old enough to be his grandmother who'd tip him a few thousand yen extra to supplement his massage of their flabby muscles with lip service to remind them of those days half a century ago when they'd been maidens with suitors and enjoyed being fingered, licked, sucked and fucked throughout torrid nights of multi-orgasmic squirting liters of pussy juice while now Ed's tongue ended up coated with dried mud since their desiccated twats didn't yield even a drop of fluid.  
      "Well, it was just another crummy day until her mum walked through the door. Her mom was the sort of shapely middle-aged mamma-san our boss drools all over his shirt whenever he catches sight of and hangs around the massage rooms the entire time she's in the hot spring hoping she'll need his services. I didn't even know my Goddess was there until her mum called her in.
     After I showed them to the front counter exchanging come-on looks and suggestive winks with the daughter, I ran into her again whilst putting used towels away down near the massage section where she asked me to rub edible oils all over her naked body in a private room with a locked door. Things just took off naturally from there developing into the most wild and passionate fuck of my entire life including being better than any wet dream I've awakened from with my sheets drenched by midnight cum or every one of the thousands of masturbation fantasies I've imagined while spanking my naughty monkey looking at garish photos of whores in Hustler Magazine with widespread thighs showing their wet cunts." I reply with the leer of a king who just bit the serpent in half with his own sharp teeth.  
      "Wow! Sounds too good to be true. You were probably dreaming." He responds in an ill concealed attempt to disguise his insane jealousy. "Shut up!" I reply as I laugh knowing I must forever more never again go drinking with my ex-mate least he slip ground glass or poison into a pint of bitter tears he'd hand me.  
     Break's over now. It's time to go back to work. I walk back to my duties. "What was next to do for the thousandth time? Oh yeah, that's right. Restock the oils." I think to myself. As I replenish all the bottles of body oil in all the rooms on their appointed shelves a fragrant whiff of the cherry and sandalwood oils we used that delirious day wafts to my naughty nose still harboring delectable dreams of being used by my Goddess as a dildo and being smeared with odiferous oil by her luscious labia. "Wow that sultry smell brings back memories to me  of that perfectly shaped body glistening in the dim red light as I rubbed sweetly scented edible oil over every perfectly proportioned part of it." Distracted, I drop a bottle or two on the floor. Bang! Sploosh! They go as they hit hard shattering and splashing oil all across the floor reminding me of our cum and nookie nectar squirting everywhere  during our numerous simultaneous orgasms.
     "What was that?" Yells my pervert of a boss, who was unfortunately passing on his way back from shoving his nasty nose up the bulging butt of a constipated customer in a stall of the ladies toilet. "Nothing. I've got it handled." I reply leaning down to pick up pieces of glass and wipe off the floor.
      It's now an hour and 30 minutes later and almost the end of my shift. "Come on, Baby, where are you?" I ponder to myself with my mind stressing out from the likelihood that she won't return today or even at all as I now stand at the front desk waiting to put people's details into the computer so they can enjoy their day unlike me since I'm suffering without the girl I wet-dream about every night.    
      It's now one hour until the end of my shift. Sigh! "Wow that was tough cleaning a hot spring by myself due to the lack of staff now that it's nearing the end of the day," I think reflecting on how many more of my colleges have mysteriously disappeared like Ed when the going got tough.
      "20 minutes left, everybody. Get everything ready for tomorrow." The boss shouts as he eyeballs the clock. "Will do." Staff members reply. Ed and I finish up getting things ready at the front desk, restocking supplies, cleaning, just the usual stuff as always. Ed pops out the back for a final quick smoke after he asks me to cover for him yet again since he's already had many more breaks then he's supposed to.
     I continue to sort stuff out on the front desk. "How does it ever get this messy?" I ask myself shocked by the amount of crap that can fit on the front desk in the first place. Then it happens. From the corner of my eye I seem to  glimpse the girl I've been longing to fuck. "It's her! I swear it's her!" I keep repeating to myself after I see what I could swear was her pop around the corner out front, so I go and check to see if my virgin lust goddess I've been obsessing about all this time is there, but as I get there, there's nothing there.
     Disappointed I just turn back around and go back to get back to work but before I get in the door, the softest hands wrap around my eyes, and a delicate sweet voice asks, "Guess who?"  Too happy and shocked at the same time I don't even reply. I just turn straight around and look into her eyes as I ask, "What's your name?"
      "Call me Kinky." She replies flirtatiously. I just smile, grab her right hand and lead her into the hot springs sneakily cautious of anybody seeing us since only staff is supposed to be in there at this time, and I'm supposed to be working with the rest of them to get the resort ready for tomorrow. We succeed in reaching a remote hallway giggling like a pair of junior-high-school lovers excited about knowingly getting into trouble as I lead her into a seldom-used supply room.
      As soon as I open the door and we both step into the room scarcely illuminated by a single dimly flickering 15-watt lightbulb, she quickly shuts it behind us and locks it with a decisive click. We  both start taking off all our clothes as fast as we can being too impatient to embrace each other's hot lusty bodies for foreplay first. As she takes off her panties dropping them to the ground and I've removed my shoes and got my pants half undone, she pushes me against the door and puts her hands down my pants grabbing hold of what she's been longing for. No sooner has she grabbed it than it gets rock hard and ready to meet her sweet pussy it's been longing all week to walk and talk in yet again. As she leans her body up against mine, we kiss so deeply we can taste each others lips and tongues then she works her way down my face, chin and neck next kissing my body everywhere on my chest and stomach and pulls my pants down with her hands her mouth slowly following close behind kissing and licking every inch. When she reaches my granite hardened cock with her mouth, she teases it by rotating her tongue all around my knob.  
     "Ugh, yes!" I quietly moan as I've missed the way her tongue feels covering my cock in her saliva. She licks my balls and puts them in her mouth one after the other sucking on them before slowly kissing my trowser snake's slit eye and licking off the drop of pre-cum beading it then slowly taking my hardened rod down her throat as far as it can go. Savoring it briefly she speeds up bobbing her head rapidly while sucking on it as hard as she can so that the vacuum collapses her cheeks against my throbbing schlong increasing the stimulation her oral cunt is sending to my shivering gonads.  
      "Fuck yes! Just like that, baby" I tell her as I put my head up against the door looking up at the heavens. I then grab the sides of her head and begin thrusting into her mouth as she opens wider to take it all in while I'm making my bush whacker smack against the back of her throat each time which makes her start gagging and pull back with a string of saliva connecting her lips to my cock which she then begins stroking with her hands, so I spit on my cock, and she puts it back into her mouth as far as it can go past her tonsils and down her throat. I grab the back of her head and hold it there with my knob beyond the back of her throat while her glottis spasms against my pulsating penis dancing with the bouncing of my balls pumping baby seeds down her esophagus as if I could get her stomach as pregnant as I did her womb the day last week when she gave up her virginity to me.  
     I then push her head away and grab under her arms to lift her up. Then I bend down to kiss her lotus feet and as I come back up I kiss and lick my way all the way up her legs and I then firmly rub my hands around her thighs kissing her labia and tongue fucking her vagina to make sure it's extra well lubricated before I lift her up in the air holding her with her legs wrapped around me, I walk across the room and put her up against the shelves of body oils, towels, scented candles, the works, I lift her up slightly as I slide my cock in and she moans as she slides down it widening her pussy and bringing my cock in deep towards her G-spot. I then start slowly lifting her in the air and dropping her back down onto my cock as our tongues search for each other.
     After I've sped up for a good 10 minutes, she begins raking my back with her fingernails leaving scratches all over it. "Ugh! Yes. Scratch me up, Baby!" I moan loudly grabbing her ass tightly and pulling her against me with each powerful thrust. "Oh! Fuck me deeper!" She yells, her left hand reaching up for a shelf to grab hold onto as I do as she says and slam my cock in as deep as it will go. Bang! Crash! Sploosh! The shelves smack against the wall causing bottles of oil to fall, shatter, and spread oil all over the floor.
     I lift her up off my cock, roughly bend her over on the floor and widen her legs as I slam my rock hard cock back in deep and start thrusting long and hard. As she moans, "More, more, more!" I reach around with my right hand to rub her clit making her pussy tighten grabbing a strong hold of my cock as it drips sweet nectar. "Oh my God, Yes! Right there." She moans as she presses herself in against my cock with each thrust. "I'm gonna cum." She barely gets out without moaning the 3 magical words. "Hold on." I reply as I lift her right leg up to the side so she's leaning more to the left and grab hold of her right thigh as I pull her in hard and fast keeping in rhythm with each thrust. After 5 minutes we can't hold it any longer. "Sploosh" goes my warm cum as she squirts her sweet nectar down my cock.
     Then I let go, and as we've both collapsed beside each other laying on the floor cuddling and stroking while we're trying to catch our breaths, I quietly murmur, "Will you marry me, my Kinky LOVE Goddess?"
      "What?" She quickly responds "Will you marry me?" I nervously ask again not knowing if her what was good or bad. "YES, Baby! Oh my GOD! Yes." She replies joyfully. I give the biggest smile I've ever done, put my right hand behind her head and pull her in for a passionate kiss. There's a sound of footsteps echoing down the  hallway approaching our cozy closet. "Crap! Someones coming." I tell her, so we rush about the dark room finding our clothes and getting dressed as quickly as possible only to come stumbling out of the room straight into my irate boss.
     "What is this? You're bringing a nymphette schoolgirl into the hot springs after hours and fornicating with this voluptuous Lolita in the workplace where any quiff belongs to the Boss by right of Regal Rapine? I never expected such a betrayal from an underling like you. This licentious delinquency will not be tolerated under my watch! You're fired!!" The boss yells with blood veins popping out, so his forehead looks like a roadmap of depravity.
      "Well, you know what, you purple-faced perverted baboon-fucking shit-breathed excuse for a manager of this over-priced outhouse? I don't give a rusty flying fuck at your mother as she's jumping over the moon." I reply with the biggest smile I've ever given that pompous moron upon whom I'd rather bestow my boot in his fat butt, but I want to avoid unpleasantness at our final encounter, so I simply put my arms around my fiancé Goddess and walk out of Beppu Hot Springs with her to start our new life together.
       Our first stop next morning after a night spent getting to know each other more intimately, which left every sheet and towel in my cozy apartment drenched in our bodily fluids, is city hall for a wedding license which retroactively makes all our earlier licentiousness legal. Right down the hall is the government employment agency, so glancing speculatively at the sign and grinning at each other almost exactly as we had before stepping into the supply room shortly before I'd wished my former employer a pleasant fare-thee-fuck off and left, neglecting to obtain suitable letters of reference, we entered to enquire what sort of career opportunities might await us.      
     Upon completing the various forms, we were interviewed by a placement specialist together since we'd requested that as newlyweds we'd like to take advantage of their special service which attempted to place couples and families in jobs where they could work as a unit like managing a motel or fumigating cat houses.
      Glancing over the forms and notes she'd jotted on an old-fashioned crocodile-leather-bound notepad with a slightly ornate peacock-feather quill pen she'd dip intermittently into an open pot of vermillion ink, the whole business quaintly anachronistic as was this silver-haired grandmotherly chief of interrogations against the background of adjacent cubicles in which workers that appeared to be teenagers by comparison clicked efficiently away at computer terminals, tapped fingertips on smart phone screens, or glanced here and there activating data flows in 3-D holographic displays, our kindly interviewer summed up our prospects succinctly, "Virtually unqualified for anything at all I see. Hm..."  
      "I see that you are editor of your high-school newspaper, honey," glancing at my Kinky LOVE Goddess, "while you, punk" not even gracing with a look guess who, "after being kicked from school as a 3-time loser for juvenile delinquency, recently departed from the premises of the hot springs, where you'd just finished serving out the court's 5-year sentence of community service, after a policy disagreement with your manager, who just informed me in an off-the-record phone call that he'd be furnishing you with letter of reference the day after hell freezes over."
     Leaning over into the neighboring cubicle, our interviewer catches the attention of a strapping beauty over 6 feet tall who has the reddish complexion and regal bearing of an hereditary Sioux chieftain's squaw saying, "Bunto, horny, I'm wondering if you can add-vice to these kinky LOVERS?"
    Bunto, who's Often Hard with boys he prefers taking him from behind, believes every indian is born with two souls, but the submissive female is dominant in his case, an oxymoronic philosophy if I ever heard one, but different strokes for different butts, glances through our case files, nods incisively and gravely intones two magic words, "Cyber SEX!"
     Soon we receive our first ass-sign-meant to kick start our new career in the butt. We'll be performing special under-the-covers wet work for Gargle Pus which is locked in an internecine embrace with Farce Boobs to see which sociopathic-media magnate controls the lucrative sex-drugs-rock-n-rolling multi-billion dollar on-line dating market.      
     Our first day of Cybering Kinky and I decide to each take half the customers with her handling the horny dudes and me playing gigolo to the girls somewhat like I was familiar with already from my former job at Beppu Hot Springs; however, it quickly becomes obvious that between 90 to 95% of our trade hanker for hanky panky with my Lust Goddess leaving me with little to do but twiddle my thumbs while she twaddles her twat, so I steal a page from Bunto's pornographic playbook and make my see-cunt profile as a bdsm dominatrix. After that kinky and I ring up a quarter of a million cybergasms between us by the end of our shift.
      As we push or chairs back from our terminals drenched with sweat from our day-long labors in the vineyards of love, we can't help laughing at the sight of each other's wet crotches drenched with our owe cum and nookie nectar respectively from the multiple sympathetic orgasms we'd experienced simultaneously with our customers as we got them off by our Cybering artistry displaying a true master's baited hook of total self-involvement in climaxing a lust affair.
    "Babe, I can hardly wait to get you back to our apartment 'cuz all this cybering with so many horny dudes has left me hankering to fuck anything that remains of your brains right out of your naked skull," Kinky tells me blushing cutely like the recently deflowered virgin that she actually is at the necessity for using such blatantly frank language to tell her husband about her naughty needs. "Me too, honeypot." I reply. "I really need your normal Kinky LOVE to wash me clean from all residue of perverse performances with perverts like my lust customer's nastiness. Would you believe it was my old ex-mate Ed from Beppu Hot Springs? After he had me bugger his butt with a strap-on dildo dipped in mud, he begged me to sit on his face and shove used cigarette buts up his nose while he tongue fucked my asshole."