[FF4F] [Script Fill] One Cunt, Two Conscience

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Well, I'm not sure what got into him, but he sure was a dick today. You're right. So let's kick him in his.

You don't need this job anyway, they need you. While I agree with my counterpart, her method is far too extreme. Let's try something a little less physical, but with the same sting.

Hmm. A lengthy complaint to HR, perhaps? Yeah, cause HR loves employees over their own company, don't they? In fact, they love them so much, they even have drug-fueled orgies with them on the penthouse floor at fancy-schmancy hotels.

They do? No, but you know who does? Who? The boss in HR.

What? Mm-hmm. It's true.

Used to be me back in the day, till I got stuck with Little Miss Sunshine here. What are you even- Shut up, will you? You're supposed to be her conscience, not a cunt.

Well, maybe if she'd fill hers more often, or at least pet it every now and then, she'd be less stressed. But what do I know? Ain't like I've been doing this a thousand years more than you or anything.

Wha- No, don't agree with her, darling. Your sexual activities, or lack thereof, have absolutely nothing to do with him being a dick. He's the problem, not you.

She's right. Your pussy penance has nothing to do with his dick. But maybe, if you sit on it, you two could come to a middle ground after a trip to Poundtown.

But who knows? Absolutely not, darling. Please disregard whatever nonsense my lesser half spews.

Pfft, lesser half. But God fucks me more than he fucks with you. Excuse me? Oh, nothing, darling.

Oop. Uh, darling? What are you doing? What does it look like she's doing, Angel Mutt? Also, that bra definitely makes your titties pop, hun.

Mm, nice choice. Oh, shush, fiend. You know what I meant.

But yes, the bra does adorn your bosom quite well. Hmm, might have to get one for myself. Sure, then maybe Michael and Gabriel will play frisbee with your halo.

How did you know? Shh! Goodness gracious, such a pest.

Anyways, my dear, are you sure that here is the best place to masturbate? I mean, what if someone comes in? That's kinda why locks were invented, but I'm all down for her testing out the corporate glory hole, if that's what you're suggesting.

The corporate? No! Would you rather her go home and get a pay cut over a ten minute pussy rub, then? Well, no.

So what would you have her do? Let's hear it. Uh, I, well, I don't know.

So, let's recap. You don't have an idea, you're not making one either, but you disagree with all of mine, sound correct? Well, yes.

Then please, politely, shut it, you posh cunt, before I stuff it for you. Then again, you'd probably enjoy that, wouldn't you? Uh, what? N-no! Why, why would I? I mean, don't be preposterous.

Mhm, sure. And you called me the lesser half. Nonetheless, that's the game, darling.

In case you've forgotten, we're her conscience. Two, not one. Sometimes she listens to you, and sometimes she listens to me.

And quite frankly, she always listens to you. So let me have this one, will you? Fine, you're right.

I typically am, but no need to argue any further. We've gotta take care of our girl after all. And by the look of it, she's taken good care of herself already.

Oh my. I know, right? She's breathtaking.

Mhm. Heavenly, even. You know, being the devil on the shoulder might be a lot of work, but it sure has its perks.

And speaking of perks, her tits sure are lively. I mean, look at them. The way they rhythmically heave up and down as she breathes.

The way her hands rub them so desperately. The way they bounce and twitch as she scratches that itch. The way she plays with her nips like a good little bitch.

Puck, I don't know about you, Angel Mutt, but I could get used to a view like this. Mhm. Me too.

Oh? What's the matter, darling? Something wrong? Hm? Uh, nothing.

Why do you ask? No reason. You sure? Yup.

Nothing at all. After all, there's no way that well-behaved goody two-shoes would ever get turned on by watching her hostess play with her tits and tease her clit. Right? Huh? No, I'm not some feral fiend like- Like me? No, heavens no.

Of course not. I've supposed your wingtips are just shining for no reason, then. Yes, it happens.

Mhm. Just like your hard nips just so happened to pierce through that satin silk blouse, too. Well, it's not my fault she sits right under the AC, now, is it? Whatever you say, hornier than thou.

And so what if I am? You are, too. Besides, we're connected.

We feel whatever she does, so it's not like I can avoid it, now can I? Also, she's at work, so it'd be in all of our best interests if she just finishes quickly. So, touching myself is only helpful.

Speak for yourself, sugar tits. I'm thinking about edging our promiscuous little slut until her cunt's had enough, and from the look of it, she's only getting started. I'm sure you'd agree that it's our responsibility to make the naughty darling take care of herself properly, wouldn't you?

Y-yes, it is, but what if- Uh-uh. Ah, the only but I'm worrying about is our hostess's nice ass. Perhaps you should start doing the same.

Maybe I should help? Well, seems our queen has spoken. Better pucker up, angel mutt.

What? What are you doing- wait! Oh, no you don't.

Where do you think you're going? You wouldn't be defying our hostess's desires, would you? That'd truly be unangel-like, darling.

N-no, never! I wouldn't dare ever be rude to- to ever be like y-you. Oh, but you're more like me than you think, pretty girl.

You see, you angels might pride yourself on being tamed, elegant pricks, but we both know you're dirtier freaks than us satanic beings you often chastise. You say you're nothing like me, yet your body responds to the same filthy debauchery you demonize. Admit it, you heavenly ho, we both know the truth.

And the truth is, even though our beautiful hostess is rubbing it, you're still the biggest whore in this room by far. So what if I am, huh? At least I handle it in private.

Meanwhile, you come to work every day trying to convince her to take down anything on two legs. You have no class. Class? Everyone says smash, and truthfully, you've been nothing but a pain in the ass.

Sorry, not sorry. So please, save the lecture and just fuck me if you're going to fuck me. Well, clearly someone's pent up.

So said, so done, Angel Mutt. Oh god, why must you be so rough? Oh, apologies.

Would you like me to play with your tits a little softer? Yes, just like that. Perfect.

Anything for you, heavenly. Anything to ensure our queen's pleasure, right? Right.

Anything. Even if it's taking my slow time enjoying you, edging her in the process? Yes, it's not a problem.

I hope not, because you sure made a fuss about others interrupting her earlier. Was it all just fluff? Were you just hiding your lust? Uh-uh, that won't do.

Either a yes or a no, unless you'd rather be a masochistic bitch for me. I've heard the rumors about your pain tolerance. Well, I did warn you, Angel Mutt.

Yes, but. .. Oh my, your nipples sure turn my claws right wild.

Please stop. Why, have you had enough? Or is it making you even hungrier? That's none of your business.

Quite frankly, I think it is, wouldn't you agree, our beautiful queen? Why, thank you for the reassurance, darling. You're doing an excellent job, by the way.

I adore the way your hips rock back and forth. I guess you can't say it's. ..

hypnotic. Isn't she doing an excellent job, Angel Mutt? Yes, lovely.

Splendid, even. No, our word's hard right now, Heavenly. Well, why don't you try speaking while someone's torturing your tits and.

.. .. .rubbing your slit with her devilish appendage.

Oh, fuck, that hurts. I know. Don't worry, though.

I'll give you another appendage if you're good. You'll even come with lubrication, too. But, as for you, our stress-relieving queen, try not to thrust too hard against that table edge.

You're not allowed to come yet, either. You're not. However, you are allowed to use your hand.

I wish it were mine, but perhaps another time, pretty girl. So go on and take a seat. Take off those panties.

Lean back and give us a nice view as you touch that hungry pussy of yours, okay? Good girl. No, back to our not-so-good girl.

Have you given up yet? Depends. Does it come with anything? Ooh, spicy as ever.

You're a bratty one, aren't ya? Hmm, silence isn't consent, you know. So if you want me to eat that pussy of yours, you've gotta let me know, Heavenly.

Oh, God. Should you not call your lord's name in vain, you can get smited after I'm through with you. Shush, you don't know what you're talking about.

I don't know. Yes, fuck if I know, okay? And what do you know? That the two of you make me so goddamn horny.

That the way you're teasing me is heaven on earth, but I hate the fact that you know that I know that you know how you're making me feel, even without confirmation. Hmm, what else? That you're so fucking cocky, and I'd love to sit on that stupid face of yours, covering up that ugly smirk and just letting my mouth go to work.

You really think it's ugly, Heavenly? No, it's fucking enticing. I hate it.

I hate that I love it. Then you'll hate this even more. Hold your legs open for me.

But that's such an embarrassing position. Hold your fucking legs open, or I'll relieve myself instead of you. Fine.

God, you're so bossy. Whatever. Just stuff my face, Angel Mutt.

Show me what you've told me you'd do. Don't you know you shouldn't speak with your mouth full? Apologies.

Guess I ought to focus, huh? Yes. Right.

Focus. Not speak. Eat.

Yes. Fucking eat it. Oh my god.

Mmm. You're so much better now that you're quiet, you know? You're so much prettier with your mouth full.

I can tell you're just as horny as me. You might just try to fight it, but I know you're just another demonic entity looking for some sanctity. Well, go ahead.

Show me how much you want it. Lick. Eat.

Feast. Oh god, yes. Just like that, you lustful beauty.

Feast on my pussy. Oh, don't you fucking dare stop. Until.

.. until. ..

Oh my god. Until. ..

Holy fucking shit, I'm gonna cum on your face. Oh. What's wrong, princess? No thank you.

Thank you. Who knew demons were good for something? Still fiery, huh? Cute, but I don't recall giving you permission to cum.

Neither you or our queen. So it seems like you've both got some making up to do, huh? Permission? Permission.

Why'd I ever need per. .. What's wrong, angel mutt? Don't you know it's rude to speak with your mouth full? Calm down, heavenly.

I know exactly what you want to eat. Here, let me pull this aside for you. I don't need you struggling any more than you already are.

Now, feast. That's it, you little slut. Oh fuck, yes.

Oh god. Oh god. Such a hungry, angelic slut, aren't ya? Angel mutt.

No response needed. I think we've heard enough from you for now. What are you looking at, queen? Are you lost or something, darling? No? So why have you stopped? I don't recall telling you to stop.

Yes, you should continue. Use that table like you were. I want to see you grind the absolute fuck out of it.

As if it was me. Who knows, next time it might just be. But now, get the fuck up, shut up, and ride for me.

Oh, there you go. Much better. Look at my two goodest girls being such promiscuous, obedient sluts for me.

One's riding like her life depends on it, rocking her pretty little ass back and forth, just running her wet pussy along the edge, as those lovely titties shake so sweetly. Tell me, darling, do you like it? Are you enjoying finally giving in to your carnal cravings? Are you relishing in the pleasure that comes with? Tell me, queen, we're dying to know.

Of course we know, we're your conscience after all. Of course it never hurts to hear an edging slut admit her lust. Glad to hear, darling.

All of what we do is for you, after all. Now I wonder how my next good girl is doing. How are you, Angel Dust? Breathing? Barely, but it's worth it.

Yeah? Enjoying the taste of your own medicine? No, but I'm enjoying the taste of your pussy, though.

Fair. Can't fault an angel for being honest. Here, I'll even reward you for such.

You like that tail? Is that what you wanted, Heavenly? Of course, because one orgasm could never be enough for either of you pent-up cunts.

But that's okay. I'll take care of you both. Who knows, maybe you'll even listen to me more now, too.

Oh, darling, there you are. Oh, sweetie, now listen carefully. I want you to focus on us, your two conscience cunts, who just can't seem to get enough, as they relieve themselves of their carnal lust, all in the name of fulfilling your wants.

Sounds simple. Of course it is. Because everything's easy for a smart girl like you.

Isn't she smart, Heavenly? So smart. So very, very smart.

And insanely pretty. So very pretty. Especially when she's barely clothed, getting off for us to see.

We're so lucky to have you. Others have no clue what they're missing out on, truly. Oh, God, so lucky.

Seriously. There was practically a bid war over you, you know. And boy, did I fight tooth and nail just to sit on your shoulder.

Same here. And for that, we'll always be grateful. Always.

So please, our queen, come for me. Pretty fucking please. Like, I can't take it anymore.

My mind's going numb. So please, come for me, darling. I'm begging you.

There you go. Ride it out. Come.

Ah, yes. Fuck my mouth. Come.

Shit. I haven't came like that in a minute. My pussy's so sore, you bitch.

But it was worth it, wasn't it? Shut up. Or what? You gonna ride my face again? Because I can go for seconds? Or would this be thirds? Who's counting, right? I'll take you up on that deal another time.

For now, try to focus on the one who's spent nearly an hour rubbing it out in her office. I mean, what if she missed an important meeting or something? And if she did, so what? They don't deserve her anyway.

Nonetheless, how are you doing, princess? Alive? Yes.

Are you alright, our queen? Happy to see you did so well, pretty girl. Yes, yes.

Very elated indeed. And congratulations are in order. Shall I remind everyone, she's at work.

It's better that you clean up as soon as possible. So do recover quickly, please. Don't mind Angel Nut.

That stick-upper cunt migrated up her butt, apparently. Stretch out, relax, get some snacks. Maybe watch a little Netflix.

Shit, come again, even. You know, I like you better when my pussy's stuffed in your mouth. And I like you better when you were begging for mine.

But now's not the time, sunshine. Whatever, you feral fiend. Love you too, Angel Mutt.