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“Ok, ma’am, I’ve just escalated your trouble ticket to our Level 2 team. I’m really sorry I wasn’t about to help you with our software, but the Level 2 team will be more than capable of fixing your issue. Before I let you go is there anything else you need that I might be able to help you with?” Her voice was coming through the gap in her bedroom door.

Normally, her door was shut, but she was nearly finished with her shift today and had left the door cracked open when she’d last taken a break to grab something from the kitchen.

Judging by the lingering silence that followed, the person on the other end of the line must have been asking a question, or complaining, whichever. His roommate worked from home as a customer service rep and an IT Professional for a software company, but she was only a part of their ‘Level 1’ team that handled most of the easier issues that people had with her employer’s software.

“No, ma’am, I won’t be able to help you with that, but I can transfer you over to our accounting department and they will be able to look into that for you. Would you like me to transfer you?” His roommate finally replied. A few moments of silence passed.

“Ok, we’ll I’m very sorry I was not able to help you today. If you ever change your mind, you can always call us back and our AI assistant can help direct you to the accounting department. If there isn’t anything else I can help you with I’d like to wish you a pleasant rest of your evening, ma’am.” She then said. Some additional moments passed. “Thank you very much for the feedback, ma’am. Goodbye.”

With the door cracked open he could hear the clicking of plastic, which was the sound of her hanging up her headset. Moments later and the door swung open, his roommate stepping out of her room.

He couldn’t see her, as this was all just audio to him. What he was doing was enjoying his own evening in front of the television with a controller in his hands. Out of respect for her and the fact that she had to work today he’d kept the volume on the tv real low, but now that she was clocking out of her shift, he was raising the volume back up to something more acceptable.

But he could still hear her in the kitchen, rummaging around for something. Since she was just now getting off work at 6pm he knew she wasn’t going for coffee or snacks. When her footsteps carried her into the living room where he was, he looked over to see her for the first time in about four hours.

What now stood next to him and the couch was a dragoness, professionally dressed in a white dress skirt and matching button-down blouse. She’d been blessed with an hourglass build, a sexy and alluring aura, but was also haughty and refined like a member of upper-class society. She didn’t need to dress so nice, even going so far as to fix her long golden hair up into a professional bun. She worked from home, so it wasn’t like anyone was going to see her… But her outfit was nice to look at, looking great on her shapely body. Her smooth skin was a solid, rich red color. With her white outfit, she was looking a lot like red velvet cake.

His roommate sat down next to him, her side of the couch sagging under her weight while his lifted upward. She was significantly taller than him, beating him more than a foot or so in height, and weighing... He dared not ask how much she weighed, but it was more than him. He turned his head and looked up and over at her, seeing the expression on her reptilian face looking a lot more grim than it usually did after a shift.

“You ok?” He asked her.

His roommate turned her head to look down at him from her higher vantage. She shook her head.

The two of them had been roommates for almost a year now. Dragons like her were not the same as ‘puny’ humans like himself. They were an ancient people, far older than humans, and very long lived. Why, his own roommate was old enough to be his great grandmother at a whopping 112 years of age and yet was still considered young by their crazy standards. You couldn’t tell that she was over 100, of course, as dragons didn’t age the same way humans did.

“I truly loathe this profession, dear Michael. Why must folk be so vile behind the veil of a phone line?” She replied in her natural manner of speech.

Dragons all talked in a strange and stuffy manner. They could speak modern English if they wanted, and she was clearly capable of doing it as she was required to for her job as a customer service slash IT person, but when she was off the clock he had to put up with her weird lingo.

“Was it that bad today, Nevenna?” He asked her. Nevenna was her first name, the rest of it was kinda hard to pronounce, which was common for the names of dragons. Hard to pronounce or just really obnoxiously long.

She often told him about how much she hated her job. Dragons often bounced from career to career since they lived for so long. Most of the time it was because they would get bored of doing the same thing and then step outside of their box to learn a new skill or trade. His roommate was working a phone line for that exact same reason, and that’s why she was on the Level 1 team instead of being somewhere higher up.

Her previous profession was at a bakery, her third career, and she’d been doing that for the last thirty years until she got bored and wanted to learn something more ‘modern’ like technology.

“Oh, the most vile and contemptible scoundrels abused me today, dear Michael! I am loathe to admit that mine limit may hath been reached, but I know if resignation I submit, then I will only feel shame for it on the morrow.” She replied, her manner of speech as dizzying as always.

“Don’t quit. You just need to be more like me and drown yourself in escapism.” He replied, shaking his controller in front of him to gesture at the television screen.

Nevenna breathed out a long and exaggerated sigh.

“I have not seen this media before. Have thou squandered more of thine meager earnings unwisely, dear Michael?” She asked.

“Yeah, it came out today. I had it preordered, so it downloaded itself last night.” He replied.

“Describe it to me, what drew you to take such fancy to it?” She asked him.

If she wanted a distraction from her work stress, then he’d indulge her.

“Duchess Dynamite Reloaded. It’s a remake of an old game from about thirty something years ago.” He replied, the character on the screen being a human woman with a pair of large tits barely contained by a red tank top. She was a retro symbol of sex appeal and coolness. It was an over-the-top first-person shooter with tons of vulgar humor and gore.

“Thine escapism appears atrocious, dear Michael! Such vulgarity is beneath you.” She replied with a frown. He laughed, because she always insisted that anything vulgar or crass was beneath him.

“I think it’s fun. We’re you going to cook tonight or do you want me to put in an order for something?” He changed the subject to food.

“I am loathe to cook a single thing. Thou should summon food for us this night, and I will shoulder the burden of its price.” She told him instead.

“You paid for the last delivery; I can pay for this one.” He told her, pausing the game.

“Dear Michael, I shan’t permit you to spend a penny more, especially after having confessed to the purchase of this crass escapism. Thou shan’t become impoverished whilst under my care.” She told him, and he rolled his eyes and unpaused the game.

Ok, Nevenna.

She had money, like, comically large loads of money. Her second career in life had been in real estate where she made a killing, and while working as a baker she invested a large amount of that money and that in turn became even more money. Dragons were very good with their money, almost stupidly good like they had a sixth sense on what to do with a dollar bill as soon as they touched it. There was no such thing as a dragon without a horde of gold.

The only reason she was his roommate was because it was tradition for dragons to live within the means of their current profession, as that helped to save money so a horde of wealth could swell even greater in size. By having a roommate in a two-bedroom apartment she was minimizing her cost of living and in turn maximizing her savings.

But she was a stickler for insisting she pay for things like food. It wasn’t so much that she was being motherly, but more something to do with pride. It just bothered her if someone many many decades her junior with hardly any money to his own name bought her anything. Well, maybe she was a bit motherly in that way…

“Ok, so what do you want to eat?” He asked her.

“Whatever thine desires.” Nevenna replied.

“I picked last time. You pick.” He told her.

She audibly huffed.

“I made a fool’s errand of gorging this day and the last, so it would be unbecoming of me to feast on anything more than a salad.” She replied at last, with the fanciest sounding confession of eating like a pig he’d ever heard.

He paused the game again, then pulled out his phone to bring up his delivery app. Since she wanted a salad, he searched up a pizza place that was nearby that also served salads. Michael already knew what kind of salads she ate, so he ordered two identical chicken Caesar salads, since she ate a lot more than he did. He added a single large pepperoni pizza to the order, and one jug of their lemonade.

“36 dollars.” He said aloud, since she was adamant about paying for it.

The dragoness reached up to the top of her blouse and undid the top button before reaching down between her breasts and removing a thick leather wallet.

She did not carry a purse anywhere she went, and instead just tucked a wallet wherever was convenient on her body with whatever outfit she was wearing. She produced a wad of green bills and flipped through them. Nevenna handed him two tens and a twenty. Once, he would have offered to make change for her, but that would have wounded her pride, so he accepted the 40 dollars without complaint, and then placed the order.

“Should be here in forty minutes, tops.” He told her.

“Did thou order enough?” She asked, and he told her she would have two salads on the way, and that pleased her.

“Then I shall seek pleasure and reprieve in the comfort of a bath, and once I am cleansed of the day’s mire, I shall return.” She told him, lifting herself up from the couch to begin moving towards the back of the apartment where their shared bathroom was.

He resumed playing his game. It was a total boomer shooter, but it was fun. He’d already beaten the main campaign, but there were so many secrets and unlockables that he was having fun going back and replaying every level in an effort to find everything. The shower was running in the background, and she let that sucker run for a long time. He didn’t always have hot water when it was finally his turn to shower, which was usually why he snuck in first to get his shower in early.

Sometime later the doorbell rang and he answered it, collecting their food from the delivery guy. She was still in the bathroom when he sat the food down on their small kitchen counter. He had to go and knock on the bathroom door to tell her that the food had arrived. She was a very slow person in the bathroom, milking the hot water and ambient steam it created for all that it was worth.

Since her salads were cold, chicken included, he’d stuffed them in the fridge so that they’d stay that way until she finally was done pampering herself. Most dragons were gluttons for vanity.

The sound of the bathroom door opening, and then shutting, was followed by her bedroom door clicking shut shortly after. Michael, being in the kitchen, was able to spy his eyes over and catch her moving from one room to the other while wrapped in a bath towel. She had so much leg, so much hip and thigh, and that long serpentine tail was weirdly hot. Minutes later her bedroom door clicked open again and she emerged into the kitchen wearing only a thick and fluffy robe, sinched shut by a fabric belt made of the same material as the robe. Her hair was rolled up into a damp bun with a towel.

“In the fridge.” He told her, sitting and eating his pizza with a glass of lemonade at his side, casting glanced her way as discretely as he could to see if any extra skin was showing under that robe.

“Bless you, dear Michael.” She told him as she removed both salads and then retrieved a large serving bowl from the cabinet.

He watched her transfer the contents of both plastic salad containers into the serving bowl, which she was going to eat straight out of since that was an awful lot of salad to be eating.

“The sofa, dear Michael. Do not sentence me to lonesome solitude.” Nevenna told him, and he sighed. She did not like eating alone, so he grabbed two fresh slices of pizza from the box and piled them onto his plate and went to join her. He sat down next to her and with his video game still paused on the screen, they ate.

When he finished his pizza first, he took his scraps back into the kitchen for disposal, washed his hands, then returned to resume playing. He was on a level where there was an outfit he could unlock; he just hadn’t found it yet.

While she ate the salad in a refined and delicate manner, she also watched him run and jump circles through a jungle level that featured poison rivers and man-eating giant plants.

“A ridiculous waste of thine salary, dear Michael. Her bosom shakes about like she was meant to be a harlot, bereft of dignity.” She sneered at the screen.

“Well, I think she’s hot. Oh, maybe that’s how I get it.” He replied, leaning forward to lock in now that he noticed that the particle effects of falling rain were hitting an invisible platform he’d not noticed before.

“What are you wasting thine effort to do?” She asked him.

“There’s a secret outfit for my character on this level, but you have to find it.” He explained, hopping his character from one invisible platform to another until he reached a massive jungle tree whose trunk was covered with thick vines, except in one suspiciously door shaped spot. He shot his pistol at the tree trunk and watched the texture change to show bullet holes, but then saw that the door shaped gap in the vines did not leave bullet holes when he shot it.

He jumped into the space and went straight through it, getting an achievement in the process. There was a floating object inside the tree, the gift-wrapped box that always contained an outfit. He collected it, then jumped back out of the tree and let his character fall to the jungle floor where he could pan his camera around to see Duchess, the busty babe protagonist, from a better angle.

“She’s beneath you, dear Michael. I do wish you would seek more refined sources of escapism.” She complained while he paused the game to explore the menu.

He went to the outfit options, and started scrolling through the list until he found the brand new outfit he’d just collected. It was called “Jungle Heat”, and he clicked select, then unpaused the game.

“Michael!” She shouted next to him, but he could only laugh.

“She’s hot!” He replied, seeing his busty gun toting Duchess dressed in only a tight shibari fetish outfit made from jungle vines. You couldn’t see her nipples or pussy, but you saw just about every inch of her body apart from that.

“Save thine game, dear Michael. You have gorged yourself enough!” She told him, reaching out her hand to pat him on the arm insistently.

He saved his game with a sigh, then used the menu to return the main menu before turning the game off.

“Thou must pursue more meaningful distractions. Long for more adventure, do you not? For pursuits most tangible?” She asked him.

“I like my hobbies.” He told her.

She sighed long and loud.

“Thine are young, wasting thine youth being seated so on the sofa. When I was thine age, I was aspiring to master the arts, becoming a painter of talent before I shifted mine focus to real estate.” She began to lecture him.

He shrugged. She huffed haughtily, then stood up, the couch creaking again from her weight. She took her now empty serving bowl into the kitchen to dispose of it in the dishwasher, and then he heard the fridge open and shut, so she must have been putting away the pizza box. He heard her walk back into the living room.

“Dear Michael, I am still frustrated and stressed from the day’s awful abuse. Please, assist me as I’ve seen on the television.” She told him, offering him her hand like she wanted him to stand up with her.

“Like what? What are you talking about?” He asked, giving her the benefit of the doubt and taking her hand, larger than his own but still delicate and warm.

With great strength she pulled him up, more strength than you’d assume a woman of her curves would have, but she was a dragon. She broke the grip of his hand easily, then with both hands she gentle cupped his face, which made him blush with embarrassment. Ok, she could be a little bit motherly, and it was embarrassing.

She patted him on the cheeks.

“Dearest Michael, I’ve long seen humans on the television pamper each other through the art of massage. Art thou courageous enough to test thine brave hands against my terrible anguish?” She asked him with the most persuasive of pouts.

“I don’t know how to give a massage, I’ve never done that before!” He told her, very flustered now. She was crazy!

“I purchased your dinner tonight.” She told him firmly, switching instantly to modern speech, scowling down at him.

He shrugged in defeat, and then she patted him on the cheek with a bit of firmness. He made a face back up at her.

“But I don’t know how.” He pleaded up at her.

“An amateur effort would be a divine sight better than sitting lonely on the sofa while my companion debases himself with digital harlots.” She scolded him, right back to her out-of-date lingo, then removed her hands and made to turn, leaving towards her bedroom.

He didn’t immediately follow, overwhelmed with the sudden invitation to give her a massage. This felt SO sexual and yet she was one of the most chaste women he’d ever met, apart from her habit of tucking a wallet between her boobs. She was sexy, very very sexy, but she was not one to make sexual overtures…

“Come!” She commanded when she saw he wasn’t following. He felt compelled to follow her, and so he did.

When he entered her bedroom, he knew he wasn’t a stranger to it. She was not cagey with her personal space and was sometimes rather invasive when it came to his own. He had to make sure to hide anything embarrassing if he didn’t want her to see it, but inside her own bedroom everything was kept neat and orderly, her dragon sized work desk tucked into the corner with her computer and work items in a meticulous curated arrangement. You wouldn’t think someone actually lived in this room with how much it looked like a furniture store show model.

Her bed was huge, literally the next size up from a King since adult dragons needed the extra space. Between that, her desk, and her large vanity, her bedroom was packed pretty tight with furniture.

She sat one knee onto the edge of the bed, then proceeded to startle him. With her back to him, she untied the belt around her middle, then let her robe drop to the floor before she crawled onto the bed to lie herself belly down.

Michael stood frozen in place, never having been this close to seeing her naked before, since the closest she’d ever come to it was when she’d wear one of her robes, which were always long and large to cover everything that deserved to be covered.

She turned her head and looked back over her shoulder at him, looking sort of goofy with the towel still wrapped on top of her head.

“Join me, give me thine finest effort, even if meager. I need comfort after this day.” She told him, then huffed when it became clear he was still frozen in place.

“You’re naked, Nevenna!” He stammered, off balance and embarrassed.

“Your escapism may be crass and uncouth, but I have long decided that thine are a trustworthy sort. Am I wrong to confide in you when I am at mine most vulnerable?” She asked him with a rise of her eyebrow.

“I don’t even know what that means! You’ve never let me see you naked before, you’re asking me to give you a nude massage!” he told her, exasperated, embarrassed, kinda turned on.

She huffed loudly again, haughtily, drawing herself back up to curl her legs under herself so she could sit, unashamedly giving him a full frontal of her chest at the same time.

“Dear Michael, am I not asking you to defile me as you might thine digital harlots. I am gifting you experience in the tangible so thou might learn from it.” She told him.

His face was flushed pink still, eyes glued to her now exposed breasts. Red, delicious looking, heavy hangers that sagged with weight but were still perfectly pert and youthful. Nipples erect, sat atop oval shaped areola as large as a coaster. They were the most incredible and shapely pair of tits he’d ever seen in person, or on a screen!

“Dearest Michael, you might just be uncouth!” She said loudly, then slid herself back off the bed to stand, towering over him with her tits at his eye level, her pussy now on display between her thick thighs.

Instinct told him to back away and flee the room to save himself from his own embarrassment, and to preserve her modesty, but she stared deep into his eyes, and he felt compelled to stay put. She leaned down, putting one hand over each of his shoulders, then put her lips to his ear.

She whispered in his ear something that sounded like gibberish, some incomprehensible dragon-speak only the most well-studied and scholarly of humans understood. He could feel his pupils dilate at the sound of her voice, his vocal cords obeying the command given to him by her gibberish until he was compelled to speak.

“I am not a danger to you.” He heard himself say, but those weren’t words he thought to say or even knew why he’d say them!

“Mine intuition is correct, so why dost thou refuse to join me on mine bed?” She asked him, still hovering over him with her lips near his ear.

“Why did I say that?” He asked.

“Because I compelled the truth, asking if thou were a danger to a frail damsel such as I.” She told him huskily.

“That’s not fair, you’re not supposed to do that!” He protested, now that it was clicking that she was doing that thing dragons can do to people that makes them tell the truth! Dragons weren’t even allowed to interrogate criminals because it was so effective! People have rights, you know! The 5th Amendment was supposed to mean something!

She touched her lips to his ear again and spoke more gibberish. He gasped, and again he felt himself begin to speak.

“I would give a terrible massage and try to touch your boobs.” He said aloud, face suddenly turned bright red, piping hot with blood.

Trapped in his embarrassment, frozen still, her hands left his shoulders and reached low to find his hands so that she could squeeze them.

“Forgive me, dear Michael, for abusing you so, but I must knoweth the truth before we continue.” She told him quietly, then whispered more gibberish in his ear as he felt her draw his hands up to her breasts.

The warmth of her tits bled into his palms as he touched her, and naturally he grabbed them, squeezing them, feeling how fucking soft they were! Her pert nipples were poking into his palms as he squeezed her squishy pillows like he was on autopilot.

“I won’t tell anyone that you’re letting me fuck you like my video game girls.” He was compelled to confess.

Still bright red, she pushed his hands off her breasts.

“Intercourse be not a massage, but it is a well-known path to relaxation. Thou are young, but I trust you will make haste to learn.” She told him, then stepped away to crawl back onto her bed.

He didn’t know how to feel about being forced to confess to her, it was sort of a violation but at the same time she was now laying down on her back and spreading her legs for him. The lips of her pussy looked so soft and inviting, her heavy tits rolling to the sides, leaving a wide valley in the center of her chest that led to her rosy, red face that was staring at him gently. Only thing that ruined the view was that women couldn’t get it through their heads that having a stupid towel wrapped around their head was not sexy!

“Come, dear Michael. I will apologize to you for compelling you so, I know that it twas wrong of me.” She told him with a pout, gesturing for him to join her on the bed.

He of course began to rip his clothing off while she watched, red all over with embarrassment. When he was naked, he couldn’t be bothered to feel any more embarrassed than he already was. He crawled onto the bed with her, stumbling over the bedding until his face was hovering over her pussy.

“No, dearest Michael. Here. Come.” She scolded him, gesturing for him to continue to crawl up her body.

When he was close enough for her to grab him by the arms, she did, hauling him quickly up until he was draped across her, his erection trapped stiffly between their stomachs.

“Be a gentleman, dear Michael, these are the lips thou should greet first.” She told him, then kissed him, her tongue forcing itself between his teeth.

He gasped, not knowing how to kiss, but responding to her probing tongue by sucking on it. She continued to kiss him, wrapping her arms around him and squeezing him to her chest, her huge tits mashing against his naked body, his cock pressed to her warm and soft tummy.

He felt a jolt, a star-studded explosion, and he came all over her stomach. She quickly broke the kiss and pushed him away, looking down at his cock as it jumped and spit, slinging seed across her body. She sighed.

“Youthful vigor.” She muttered, then pulled him back down, putting her lips back to his ear before whispering more of her dragon gibberish.

He gasped, and felt his cock stiffen even though he’d just gotten off. He was hard as a rock all over again, and then she pushed him away, rolling him off her so that she could roll on top of him. He felt the air squeeze out of him as her body weight sank over him, pressing him down into the mattress.

“Dearest Michael, how loathsome this day has been! Long have I desired the taste of a man’s flesh to play as a salve for my wounded spirit, to soothe me whilst I am locked within my daily toil. Cruelty upon cruelty bombards me each day, the customer service is a filthy, vile industry!” She told him dramatically, complaining to him liberally, now that she had him locked tight beneath her, the dragon’s hips sliding against his own, her hand finding his cock and pressing it against her hot petals.

He lost his virginity a moment later, feeling her wrap tight as a vice around him, she grunted and purred, noises of relief slipping past her lips that likes of which he’d never heard before. She leaned forward, planting both hands to the bed beside his head, then leaned lower to kiss him, snaking her tongue back into his mouth as she hunched her large body over his, her hips now rocking rhythmically over him.

Michael was at her mercy until she broke the kiss.

“Oh, dear Michael, such a sight better than a mere amateur massage! What could thine hands accomplish that your rigid mast could not? Thou youth does not diminish thine rod’s texture, oh how I have longed for a companion to whom I could trust mine dignity.” She continued, Michael finally reaching the limit of his patience with her archaic dragon speak, like melodramatic nails on chalkboard!

“Dost thou yearn for me, dear Michael? For how long have you dreamt of me?” She asked him huskily, sultrily, licking him across his cheek.

“Just talk normal!” He shouted up at her, shocking her silent, his hands grabbing her by both tits, giving each an angry squeeze.

She huffed indignantly, offended, then shook her head hard enough to loosen the towel around her head. She reached up, yanked it off, then tossed it to the floor next to the bed, her long locks of hair flowed freely down her back like liquid gold. He felt his dick get harder just seeing her hair shake loose.

“Do you, or do you not, want to fuck me stupid, Michael? Do you want to fuck me like one of your slutty video game girls?” She asked him, angrily, finally switching to modern speech that only needed a single braincell to understand.

“Fuck yes!” He shouted and yanked on her tits hard enough to make her yelp, but she collapsed on top of him in a sudden moment of submission, her breasts mashing against him, rolling across his chest. Her arms wrapped under him to hold tightly to him as desire overtook him.

He started bucking his hips, as even a virgin still knew what forward and backwards were in the bedroom. Wildly thrusting, her vice grip cunt held onto him, the dragoness grunting and groaning over him until she began to purr like a big big.

She dipped her head down to his ear, licking across him, tickling him, then whispered more of her dragon gibberish.

“Yes! I want to fuck you stupid!” He was compelled to say, but he didn’t care, he was finally getting to have sex! He was fucking her, a real dragon! He was fucking a big slutty dragon!

She purred happily in reply.

“Fucking me like a digital harlot, defiling me like one of your pixelated prostitutes.” She growled, then whispered into his ear even more of her ancient gibberish.

“You’re better than them, you’re real and fuckable with fat tits and a tight pussy! You’re fucking curvy, you’re voice is hot, I like that you keep your wallet between your tits!” He shouted, rambling in reply to her whispered command, Michael now reaching his hands around behind her to grab Nevenna by the thick base of her tail.

“Michael! So foul, so obscene!” She shouted back, her pearly white teeth showing, the dragon aggressively grinding her hips against him, knocking the wind out of him with every stroke of body.

“Doing thou’s best to breed me like some insatiable beast!” She switched back to old lingo.

“Yes!” He agreed.

She purred loudly, arching her back and lifting her head high. He felt himself jump, stars exploding in his vision, lights flashing before his eyes as he came again, dumping a load into her oven, making her growl and show her teeth. He could just barely see through the stars in his vision to notice her own eyes were fluttering.

“Thou hath done it, Michael! Bred me like a whore, robbeth me of mine dignity, hastened it to a cage to which only thou have the key.” She replied most dramatically, her body quietly shuddering from head to toe as she reveled in the sensation of his cum spilling inside her tunnel. She dipped her head down low to his own, pressing her lips again to his for a brief kiss.

“Wouldst thou protect my reputation, wouldst thou hide our carnal tryst from the outside world so that not a soul wouldst know?” She asked him hotly, but he groaned loudly.

“Just talk normal, please!” He begged her and slapped her on the ass like it was a punishment, making her yelp with indignant surprise.

“Do you promise not to tell anyone that I’m letting you fuck me like some cheap slut!” She shouted at him, and he nodded vigorously at her. She dipped her back head down, lips to his ear, whispering.

“I promise! I will take this secret to my grave!” He was compelled to say.

She stared him down for a long moment, eye to eye, then put her lips back to his ear and whispered. He felt his cock suddenly grow stiff again, hardened with renewed vigor. She rose back up, pushing herself off him, rolling off his body and onto her back. She then pointed to the nightstand on his side of the bed.

“Dearest Michael, I hate my job, but if you promise to wear me like a condom until I forget the passage of time, then you may click off the light and I’ll keep whispering in your ear until you can stand it no longer.” She told him.

He stared at her, feeling how rigid his dick was, and then reached over and clicked off the light.

“Now, dearest Michael, resume fucking your insatiable harlot.”