A quick visit

As you sink into the uncomfortable plastic seat of the subway, you contemplate Karina’s words. They cling to you, just underneath your skin like a tattoo, each damning phrase a stroke of the ink gun, leaving you red and raw but somehow exhilarated, altered in a way that can never quite be undone. You agreed to be with her, like that. A bat of her long eyelashes, those mesmerizing orbs behind them glistening up at you, and you were done for. You can come to terms with your new relationship with your daughter, but in the larger sense, what does it mean? You know this is the workings of the app – there is no way Karina would have acted this way otherwise, nor can you deny the impact of hearing her say it felt natural, like destiny – but what more will it lead to? How much more thoroughly will this game corrupt your fate?

Most importantly, is it something you even want to stop? Indecision fluctuates within your heart. You cannot deny the wonderful feeling of your daughter in your arms or the sudden sights and touches that you somehow managed with Nadia. And other women! Would you turn that away? No – your resolve stiffens, a sudden realization striking you, you would not. You will not. Like a surfer along the tsunami, you will ride it to the end. You wasted years being apart from your family, working, and you must make up for that, by any means necessary. Recuperating the lost time, improving your position for the future; a thousand ideas dance within your head as you consider your rapidly fluctuating fate, controlled by some app. Still, if it will give you an advantage in being closer to your family, you will use it. You relax as your warring mind calms, steady conviction replacing the questions and the worries of before.

The bell of the subway rings, announcing the next stop. Park Place Avenue. You hop off of the subway as it comes to a rest, sliding through the crowd, up the stairs, and down the block to your first stop of the day.

Park Place Hospice reads the sign out front. You enter the faded brick building and are met by a young woman at the entryway desk.

“Hey Lev, here to see your dad?” she asks.

“No, I need to speak with Donna, actually. Nadia will likely come by later to sit with him.”

“Okay, let me call her.”

The girl picks up a phone on her desk, dialing a number and murmuring to someone on the other end.

“She’ll be out shortly if you want to take a seat.”

“Sure, thank you, Ashley.”

Ashley smiles at you, a warm but sad smile. She knows why you are here. Her gaze is interrupted when a nearby door pushes open and an attractive middle-aged woman with jet black hair in dense curls steps out, wearing a pair of flowing black slacks and a loose-fitting white blouse, neither of which are particularly good at hiding her luxurious curves underneath. Her tanned and freckled skin shone through the sheer fabric of her shirt sleeves, hinting at what lay beneath.

“Lev, hey, how are you?” she asks, as you rise from your seat. A broad smile grows on her face as your eyes meet – Donna is always happy when you come to visit her.

“Hey, Donna. I am doing good – how about you?”

“Glad to see you, of course,” she says back, motioning to the door. You follow her as she returns through the entryway, before turning into a small and well-lit office. She takes a seat behind her wooden desk, a computer and some other office items scattered around. Donna Summers is written on a nameplate beside her door.

You take a seat across from her, admiring her beauty. Your eyes drift down her freckled neckline until they ease across the bulging mounds of her breasts, until – wait, why must you ogle every woman you see now? Before you found the app, you were never like this. You never would have noticed that Donna is missing a panty-line on her slacks as she walked around her desk, and that her breasts are somewhere around “34 double d,” as Karina might call it in her newly discovered sultry voice. You sigh, again reminded of your sudden corruption.

“So what can I do for you, Lev?” she asks, taking your sigh as a murmur of impatience.

“I came to discuss my father’s balance,” you answer.

“Okay, what about it?”

You meet her eyes. Donna was always soft on you since you met her. Perhaps, if Nadia was not around, you would have played into her advances and tried to date her. As is, she is the pretty woman that takes your money.

“What’s my current balance, to start?”

“Let me check,” she says, typing on her computer. “1.3 million dollars and some change. Your father’s recent treatments totaled roughly one hundred thousand, hence the increase.”

You sigh, again. It is always more, never less, no matter how much you try to pay it down. Despite pouring money into tax-advantaged accounts, working under the table for Ivan, and all of the other odds and ends jobs you did in between, you can never seem to decrease that balance any closer to zero. Coupled with your contributions to savings accounts for Karina’s schooling and the general cost of living in New York City, it is easy to understand why you struggle so much – and that fails to take into account Nadia’s treatments, despite her having concluded them some years ago.

“I know, I know. Not what you want to hear on a Saturday morning, I’m sure,” Donna continued.

Normally, this would be the point where you pull out a stack of cash or use your phone to wire some funds, but another thought struck you. You have the Affection Multiplier app, now. Why not use it to your advantage, if possible? You mention to Donna that you need to check your phone, and sure enough, you find her within the app, her orb rotating around yours, beside Nadia and the receptionist, Ashley.

Donna: Affection: 2 (+0). Love: 5 (+0). Lust: 39 (+0).

A lust score of thirty-nine? It seems high, but it is not entirely surprising given her past interactions with you. You still grin as you notice it. Perhaps there is some opportunity here after all. Considering how quickly the app managed to change Karina’s feelings towards you, you imagine that Donna could progress at a similar or greater speed. But is that the path you want to walk down? Attempting to seduce a woman, just to get ahead. Using the sexual aspect of the app to take advantage of someone. To be unfaithful to your wife. The last thought sticks with you the most – two decades and you had never wavered in your faithfulness to her, not considering last night with sweet Karina, who is your blood after all. But a dozen memories of Nadia’s cold dismissals of your attempts to be with her, to talk to her, and to love her flash through your mind, and steady resolve fills you – your mind is made.

Putting your phone back into your pocket, you slide a shaking hand across the table and grab hers, laying on her desk. Anxiety builds in your chest despite having the app on your side. It has been many years since you tried to flirt with another woman, and you worry she will reject your advance.

“Oh!” she exclaims, a barely perceptible blush spreads on her cheeks, hidden by a thin layer of foundation. You give her your best, most charming grin – her own building in return.

“Donna, have I ever told you how beautiful you are? Since meeting you last year, I am drawn here every month just to see you – to look into your eyes and see that luscious smile dance across your face. I could do it over the phone, or on the internet, of course, but for some reason, working with you directly has always brought me joy – something I have been in need of during this time. I know this may seem sudden, but I assure you it is not. I think about you often, and us being together.”

“Oh,” she repeats, that faint glow now shining through her foundation. You caress her hand as you hold it in hers. Her breath quickens. It is working! Possibly, at least - there is only one way to know.

Still holding her hand, you stand up from your chair and walk around the edge of her wooden desk, lifting her by the fingertips to stand with you. She stands in front of you, only inches away now, the heat of her body radiating against you. Conditioner – not lavender, maybe vanilla. Her breath is unsteady, and a burgundy flush spreads across her chest. Her eyes are shot forward, staring into something, or nothing, behind you.

“Donna?” you ask.

Her eyes meet yours, and you recognize a familiar hunger there. The type of desire that had fled from you for years but is now enveloping your life in ****, seemingly at every turn and with every woman you meet.

“Lev, I... I don’t know what to say,” she murmurs, her warm, minty breath on your face.

“Then don’t say anything,” you answer, as you caress her neck with your free hand and bring her face into yours in a slow, deep kiss – your nerves steeling as you lean into her, urging you forward. Her eyes widen at first, but soon drift closed as her shoulders relax and she leans into you, kissing you back with a smile. Her hands drift to your waist, pulling you into her, her lush breasts pressing into your chest and awakening your own hunger.

You continue to kiss Donna, sliding your tongue across her lips and into her mouth, with a synthetic passion. You feel desire, certainly, but the sensation is quite unlike the one you shared with Karina. Thoughts of your daughter dance in your mind as you kiss the older woman, your hands beginning to explore her inviting curves, teasing her waist and sliding down the back of her slacks, cementing onto her thick, voluptuous butt.

“Oh, Lev,” Donna murmurs into you, as you tease the warm flesh beneath her slacks.

“Is your door locked?” you whisper into her ear, nibbling on it and extracting a faint whimper from her mint-flavored lips.

“No, no... it isn’t... let me get it,” she whispers back, before breaking your embrace and turning the lock of her office door. She turns back to face you, the shadows of her raised nipples barely visible through her blouse, her face flushed with ecstatically pumping blood. You beckon her, as you lean against the edge of her desk, doing your best to seem seductive, and it works. She steps towards you, one small shuffle at a time, until she is back in your grasp and your lips are on hers.

Your hands wander to the waistband of her slacks, your fingers dipping into the elastic material and finding the hem of her blouse inside. With a smile, you grab the smooth satin fabric and pull it upwards, dragging the shirt over her head, her dark ringlets falling across her tanned chest as her magnificent breasts are revealed to you. They sit firmly within her heavy bra, black with faint lace along the edges, eager to bust free. You smile at Donna, eyeing her wonderful chest – all traces of synthetic passion now gone, replaced by a very real and very potent hunger.

“Beautiful,” you whisper to her, as her lips search once more for yours. Your intentions are obvious to her now, and she responds with no hesitation – unbuttoning her slacks and pushing them to the floor, revealing a deliciously plump ass seeming to swallow a sheer black thong. She reaches behind her back, unclasping her bra and dropping it atop the slacks – her wonderful breasts still standing resolute in the air, her large, dark nipples thick and hard before you, begging to be touched. Her hands find you next, pulling off your shirt and then your pants, revealing the massive nine-inch tent in your underwear.

“Oh my, Lev,” she murmurs, before finally pulling those down too. Your cock springs free, staring hungrily at her in all of its glory, light veins pumping blood, further engorging you in her eyes. She has no time to answer its gaze, though, as you wrap your arms around her waist and pull her against you, the feeling of her breasts on you, her nipples scraping along your chest like diamonds in the rough, sending an electric thrill through your body. You grab her ass one with your hand, firmly teasing and caressing the beautifully rounded sphere while sliding your tongue into Donna’s mouth and groping one of her tits with your other hand. You roll her malleable nipple between your fingers, the tender rod of flesh flexing and bending between your exploring digits, drawing a moan from Donna, who grabs her last remaining garment and pushes it to the floor.

With no more preamble, she turns away from your and presents herself, cheeks spread. A thin line of gruel lines her pussy and inner thigh, a promise of what is to come.

“Fuck me, Lev, please. I haven’t been fucked in so long. I need it. Fuck me,” she almost moans, her hips rolling in the air in front of you in anticipation. Christ – either she really was horny to start with, or this app is very effective. Either way, you step forward and line your cock up with Donna’s eager hole, teasing your head into her oozing lips and sighing as you break through with no resistance; her juices having already coated her cunt and provided every bit of lubrication you need to enter. You push into her, her insides stretching and rearranging around you as a not-so-quiet moan cuts the air. You back out some, pulling her overflowing juices with you, and then push in further, repeating the motions to greater and greater moans and deeper and deeper thrusts, until you bottom out within her with a resounding grunt.

“It’s so big,” Donna murmurs back at you, her head twisted around to watch you, her tits mashed against the drywall, her arms spread against it too. Instead of responding, you slide your dick back out until only your head is left inside, and then push your entire shaft back in with a swift burst of motion. Her cunt greedily swallows you, begging for more, and you do it again. And again. And again. Donna’s moans permeate the office as you piston your rod in and out of her, savoring the sweet feeling of her starved cunt wrapped around you and the intoxicating scent of sex in the air. It has been a decade since Nadia last had sex with you – this is heaven. Your grunts join Donna’s moans as you feel a tempo building with her; her pussy contracts around you, kneading and pulling your cock within her, tightening and tightening as her orgasm builds, wet squelches accompanying each thrust within her. The sensation becomes too much, and you whisper into her pinned ear, “Donna, I am about to cum.”

“Fuck, fill me up, Lev, fill me with your cum.”

The words are too much – you quiver and **** her against the wall, slamming yourself into her with all of your might, your breath hot on her ears, and wrap both hands around to squeeze and pinch her nipples with no small pressure. The sudden sensation of your hands on her breasts and your cock quivering within her becomes too much for Donna, and her orgasm joins yours – her moan turns to a borderline scream, and her pussy milks your cock for the last remaining drops of cum exploding out of it. She falls to the floor in a quivering pile of flesh and bones.

She sits there for a few minutes, breathing deeply and leaning her head against the wall with closed eyes. Sweat coats her heavy chest, and her black ringlets cling to her skin. You sit beside her, recovering from your own orgasm.

“That was wonderful,” she says.

“It truly was,” you answer.

She leans forward to grab her clothes from beside her desk, revealing her cum coated pussy and ass to you, the precious seed leaking out of her gaping hole and running down her leg. She slides her thong back on, followed by her bra, and turns back to you.

“You should get dressed too, Lev,” and she tosses you your clothes. Minutes later, you are seated back in your chair with Donna across from you, her face still flushed but now for a different reason. You can only smile at the thought of your cum leaking out of her, pooling in her seat beneath her for the rest of the day. It may have started as an attempt to get out of debt, but having sex with Donna awakened something in you, something that even Karina’s touch had not. Wild desire – all-consuming – eager to enjoy anything that it can. You realize, with the warmth spreading in your groin, that this is the power you now control.

“So, uh, Lev…” she says, unsure where to begin.

“Donna – that was wonderful. Thank you. I hope that we can do it again, maybe go on a date or do something nice – whatever you would like. Do you have my phone number? No? Here it is – text me anytime. In the meantime, I think we were discussing my father’s account. I was hoping there would be some way to reduce his balance. Perhaps there is some charity or other means I could apply for? What do you think?”

With a smile, she sinks back into business mode – for now – as though you had not just used steaming sex to segue a discussion of your account balance and a way out of it. “Well, let me think lover boy. I know of a few charities and loan reduction programs. I could apply to them for you if you’d like. It’s the least I can do for that.”

“That would be wonderful,” you agree with a nod.

“And so it will be. I’ll text you the details later and let you know what happens.”

On your way out of her office, Donna grabs your hand and pulls you in for one more deep, passionate kiss, before unlocking her door and returning you to the outside world. You grin as you leave the building, already checking your phone for the updates you know will be there.

Donna: Affection: 6 (+4). Love: 9 (+4). Lust: 42 (+3).

Affection Multiplier Achievement: Love in the club. Congratulations, you managed to have sex with someone! As a reward, all other people now see you as 5% more attractive. Easy peasy, eh?

Affection Multiplier Achievement: She who cometh. Congratulations, you made a female cum! As a reward, all female orgasms are now 5% more powerful. Keep up the good work, kiddo.

Affection Multiplier Achievement: Cream-pied. Congratulations, you cream pied someone. As a reward, all females are 5% more likely to want to consume your cum in some way. Gross!

Wow. Not only did Donna’s stats jump, but you received three achievements for having sex with her, with some crazy rewards! Five percent more powerful orgasms? Five percent more attractive? What the hell – you should have tried to fuck someone sooner. With a confident grin, you sink back into the train seat and head to your next location of the day – the Rice Room.