Eliot learns how his penalty works over the course of an eventful Friday

Usually, Eliot awake to a blaring alarm but this morning he awoke to an expert blowjob at 6AM.

Inara's exotic purple eyes looked up lustfully at him as he slowly gained consciousness to find her mouth bobbing up and down leisurely around his cock, dark brown curls tickling his legs and her big, firm tits resting against his thigh. She languidly removed her mouth from his rock hard member, still stroking his shaft lightly with her slim, hot fingers, and smiled at him.

"Good morning! That noisy contraption is still set to blare at you in about fifteen minutes but I thought perhaps I could ride you like a stallion to start the morning off right?"

He groaned, partly in pleasure and partly with indecision. The thought alone was extremely tempting but he had to at least try and focus. He sat up gently and lightly pulled her hand away.

"I'm flattered and I do appreciate the offer but I think I need some time to myself this morning to concentrate on exactly what I'll be wishing for later on today."

She pouted prettily but withdrew from the bed, purple silks reforming around her lush body like wisps of smoke.

"Your loss! Don't worry, you'll have plenty of polite offers to take care of that-" she gestured at his hard cock, "as the day goes on! Just say my name if you need me."

She disappeared with a saucy wink, leaving Eliot to belatedly realize he never quite got a full accounting of what this "penalty" she mentioned last night would mean exactly. With a groan, he got up and took a shower - a very cold one - and contemplated his first wish as he got ready for the day. He took out a small note pad and pen that he usually used for writing down schematics and ideas he had regarding inventions, then flipped to a new page where he wrote "Possible Wishes - NOT Binding Or Actual Unless Spoken Aloud" at the top. Time flew by sooner than he expected as he brainstormed and he realized he'd be late if he didn't hurry. He wolfed down the remainder of his breakfast quickly as he got dressed and ready for work in a maroon t-shirt, blue jeans and the mandated safety gear (heavy black work boots and orange and yellow safety vest) that was, for him, pointless but still legally required by the work site.

He stepped out of his apartment just in time to see his upstairs neighbor heading down the stairs. She was a beautiful redhead, slim and leggy, who constantly wore yoga pants that showed off a great ass and a sports bra to contain small but perky boobs when he saw her in the morning. He never knew if it was because she was going to a gym or going running because she never bothered to speak to him - ever. He only know her name was "J. Peterson" according to their shared mailboxes. In spite of a few polite attempts to be neighborly, she ignored him every time he tried to say hello, usually pretending to be on the phone in a very hackneyed way. Today, however, as she walked past him down the stairs and he noticed her tight ass in light gray yoga pants, she stopped and stiffened, then turned around to face him, as if she could sense him checking out her ass. Her big blue eyes regarded him openly for the first time. He readied himself for a reaming but instead she just gave him a strange look.

"Oh, damn it! Ugh, I'm already late!" she said, looking at his crotch with annoyance but also - resignation? "Look, I'm sorry about that, OK? Can I just, I dunno, give you a handjob or something later today? Please?"

He frowned slightly in confusion.

"Oh, God, fine, you can fuck me even!" she spat out with a weary sigh. "Just later, please? I promise I'll come knock on your door later today, I just can't be late to my class."

He stroked his chin thoughtfully.

"What if I said I wanted to fuck you now?"

She didn't even hesitate, sliding down her skintight yoga pants and a lacy blue thong down to her ankles and bending over with a sigh, right there in the stairwell, then bent over in front of him. Her ass was even more spectacular in the nude and her pussy was pink and hairless.

"Just, c'mon, hurry up! I've got a pilates class to teach at 7 sharp. Ram it in there, ugh!"

Her voice was still clearly annoyed, like she was doing him a favor, and it was almost enough to tempt him into splitting her prissy white ass in two but he also had somewhere to be.

"Ah, sorry, you're right - I wouldn't want to keep you but . . . come by later? I should be home around 6pm."

She didn't even respond with more than an irritated grunt as she slid her underwear and yoga pants back on, then ran down the stairs, waving airily over her shoulder at him as she did so.

He barked out a surprised laugh, realizing that he'd still never even gotten her name after she'd flashed him her ass and pussy and offered to fuck him later.

Eliot stood a moment or two in confusion before shrugging and making his way outside. He focused again on crafting the perfect first wish as he made his way to a crowded subway station and **** his way onto the A train to get where he needed to be. His large, muscular frame had its advantages but mostly he found himself crushed in a sea of people.

His eyes couldn't help but register a pleasantly thick Hispanic woman in tight jeans with a large amount of cleavage spilling out of her white top sitting down in front of him. Her eyes flickered up at him with a faint whiff of alarm and then embarrassment.

"Oh, jeez, did I make you horny? Sorry about that!" she said loudly in a thick Puerto Rican accent with a contrite look on her face. "You want me to suck you off, maybe give you a tit job?"

He looked around the extremely crowded subway car. Nobody seemed to bat an eye at the woman's bold announcement. He wasn't especially interested in having any sort of sex with this woman in such a crowded place but he did sort of feel like testing the waters a bit.

"Uh, just show me your tits and um, play with them a little for me. That should be fine."

She frowned slightly, but not in anger, and started taking off her top.

"Are you sure? I should really get you off, considering how horny I got you! It's only polite."

Eliot blinked in surprise as she shed her blouse and unhooked a heavy duty white bra to let some truly impressive tits with thick brown nipples hang free, putting her clothes in her purse as she did so.

"Is this really gonna do it for you?" she asked, lifting and squeezing her big tits at him with a questioning look in her eyes. "I can titfuck you or something no problem! I got, like, another seven stops before I get to work."

He looked around the subway car and again, nobody batted an eye or took pictures with their cell phone. Even for New York, this was shocking levels of jaded.

"Nah, I- that's good. I'm good."

"If you're sure!" she said, giving him a slightly flirtatious look, blushing a bit as she pulled on her nipples a bit. "I, uh, really wouldn't mind. I'm Maria, by the way."

"E- Darnell." he said calmly, taking in the show. She smiled more widely at him, squeezing her fat tits and moaning a little under her breath.

He was briefly tempted to go even further but stopped himself as the announcements on the subway stated his stop was next. Reluctantly, he moved nearer to the doors but kept an eye on the curvy latina fondling herself for his enjoyment.

"I've, uh, got to go but . . . thank you?"

"No problem!" she said with a smile. "Least I could do, really. Maybe I'll see you again sometime?"

"Maybe." he said softly as the subway car arrived at his stop and he headed out the door. She shrugged a little sadly and dug her bra and blouse out of her bag as he did so, getting reclothed as he left.

"Dammit, now I'm all horny and shit!" he heard her mutter under her breath before the doors closed.

As he made his way to the construction site where he was to finish help cleaning up the wreckage from yesterday's battle, he couldn't help but notice other attractive women.

"Oh, uh, sorry! Didn't see you there!" an older blonde cougar in running gear said, popping out her headphones and turning back to stop in front of him, jogging in place after after running past and jiggling enticingly. "Did you want me to do something with your cock?"

"No, I- I'm fine." he replied more in shock than anything.

She just nodded curtly and continued running off down the street.

A tall, leggy black girl in a tight business suit that showed off her curves also briefly turned away from trying to hail a taxi to give him a look as he walked past.

"Oh, dammit! Sorry, I'm in a hurry but you can fuck me in my cab if that works for you." she said apologetically.

He just laughed and waved her off. She nodded gratefully.

The rest of his day was comparatively uneventful but full of the same occasional casual offers to please him as if it was the most normal thing in the world. The skinny Asian girl at a nearby bodega with pouty, pierced lips and a purple undercut he'd always assumed was a lesbian - hell, maybe she was - offered to suck his cock in addition to getting him his afternoon sandwich but there was a long line. Maybe Inara got off on exhibitionism but he still didn't feel like performing for an audience.

Finally, the end of the day rolled around and he got back onto the subway to go get his paycheck from HR at Damage Control corporate. He'd been so busy working he hadn't had much time to formulate ideas for wishes and any other thoughts went out of his head as he saw Anne at the front desk again.

"No, we don't build hidden lairs, we're an insurance company - repairs only. Uh-huh. Have a nice day."

Today, the luscious brunette was wearing a tight red dress that hugged her body like a second skin with a big black belt around her trim waist. Her big pale, perfect breasts strained against the fabric, a canyon of cleavage displayed where she'd left the top three buttons undone.

As he admired her breasts, her big blue eyes looked up at him and she held up one finger to ask him to wait.

"Damage Control, please hold."

Anne casually jabbed at several buttons on the phone, making it light up.

"Hey, Eliot, sorry about that. Did you want to fuck me? It'll have to be quick, sorry, we're really busy today."

He'd fantasized about the sultry receptionist asking him that many times but never in quite so businesslike a fashion.

"Uh, well . . . I gotta go grab my paycheck from HR, maybe after your shift ends?"

She cocked her head thoughtfully, then nodded calmly.

"Yeah, I was supposed to meet some friends after work but that'd probably be OK. Sorry to make you wait, just give me another 15 minutes."

He just nodded quietly and she went back to answering the phones as if they had simply agreed to a handshake. He walked away chucking to get his paycheck and wandered on back.

"No, we don't offer planetary insurance. Have a nice day." she said, hanging up the phone and untangling a discrete headset from her long, jet black hair before looking up at him and smiling. "Finally! Hey, Eliot, what'll it be?"

A few other employees were still trickling out of the building and a janitor had begun waxing the floors in one corner. Eliot decided to finally press his luck.

"I've always fantasized about tearing off one of your tight little outfits and just fucking your brains out right here-" he said, then paused for her reaction.

She just nodded, as if to say "yeah, yeah" and wiggled a finger in a circle as if to say "go on," her sultry features attentive but unconcerned.

"How about you strip naked and I sit in your chair while you bounce up and down on my cock until I cum inside you?"

Anne smiled brightly and shrugged, unbuttoning her blouse further, revealing a lacy red bra that matched her dress.

"Sure, we can do that, if that's what it takes to get you off-" her hands stopped as she reached her navel. "Oh, shit, you said you wanted to tear off my clothes, right?"

She leaned back against the desk and spread her legs slightly, inviting him to come around the back of the desk with a gesture. Even though her body language was mostly radiating polite indifference, he could still feel himself getting hard from the sight of her and the knowledge of what she was about to let him do to her.

"Yeah. Yeah, I really do."

He moved around the desk and reached out, grabbing handfuls of red fabric in his big, muscular hands before yanking hard in either direction. The material tore easily and quickly, leaving the busty brunette in nothing but a pair of lacy red panties and black heels in front of him. Her big tits, which he'd often fantasized about, were even more amazing than he'd thought, bigger with prominent pink nipples.

"Good thing I keep a change of clothes around for emergencies." she said with a throat chuckle before pointing at her panties. "These too?"

She didn't have to wait long before he tore off her panties in a single rough pull that also pulled her up against him. He kissed her hungrily, hands roaming up and down her lush, pale curves with impunity. He gave her ass a firm squeeze before lifting her up to rest her legs on the desk, waist high to him, then began squeezing her fat tits, kneading them like bread.

She moaned softly at his strong, hungry touch, blushing slightly as if embarrassed by how much she was enjoying it and he felt her nipples harden against his palms.

"Oh, fuck, that's really nice! If you were anyone else, my boyfriend would be super pissed right now." she murmured softly as she reached down and undid the zipper of his jeans and reached in to fish out his hardening cock.

"But fucking me is fine?" he asked, voice getting a bit labored and excited. "No matter how I ask you to fuck me?"

She shrugged and then gasped as she felt the length and thickness of him.

"Yeah, it's just good manners! I- jeez, you're bigger than I thought." she murmured, then moaned and blushed again. "God, I'm getting so wet! Guess I gotta to take all that cock of yours inside me. Go ahead whenever you're ready."

He didn't need any more encouragement. Eliot thrust his hips as she slid her hips down the desk at him and wrapped her long legs around his waist and his cock slid deep inside of her. She gasped, then moaned as he began a steady thrusting in and out of her while mauling her tits with both hands. She wrapped her arms around his shoulders as well to hold steady.

He felt her hot breath against his ear.

"Oh, fuck! Fuck, you're so . . . big. Jeez!" she panted in her breathy, low voice, obviously trying to keep her voice down and failing slightly. "Oh, shit, you feel so good! This almost feels like, ungh, cheating. Ah!"

After a few minutes of that, he let go of her tits and unwound her arms from around his neck.

"Lay down across the desk. I want to finish watching those big fucking tits of yours bounce around as I fuck you."

"Suh-sure." she gasped softly, doing as he instructed, her head dangling off the edge of the large desk slightly. He switched his grip down and slid her legs over his shoulders instead, grabbing her lower thighs tightly with his hands. He began to fuck her harder now, watching her big tits jiggle freely with deep satisfaction at the **** of his powerful thrusts, red from where his handprints left marks. She began crying out again, helplessly vocal at the hands of his vigorous fucking.

"Oh, fuh-uh-uh-fuck, this fuh-feels wuh-wuh-way too guh-guh-good!"

He saw a few men and women exiting the building as he plowed the receptionist in the middle of the room like a cheap whore. None of them seemed to take any notice or offense, he distantly registered, save for a few brief jealous glances from some of the men. It bothered him only a little because Anne's tight, hot pussy and jiggling tits were even more amazing than he'd dreamed they'd be.

"Ungh! Ungh! Fuck! FUCK!" he grunted eagerly.

"Uh! Uh! Uh! Oh, fuuuuuuuuuuck . . ." she moaned, sensual features contorted with delight and guilt. "I, ah, I suh-shouldn't cum, oh, fuck, oh, fuck!"

Eliot reached out and grabbed one of her big, jiggling boobs and gave it a rough squeeze, making her cry out again, feeling himself getting close.

"Oh, oh, ohhhh! Oh, fuck! FUCK!" she moaned helplessly, her breath now equally rough and labored. "I'm gonna- I'm gonna-"

He felt her pussy clamp down and she screamed involuntarily, which was enough to trigger his climax as well. He bellowed one last loud "FUCK!" as he came then groaned, slumping down onto her trembling sweaty form before sliding out from inside of her, burying his face in her massive tits. She lay there panting breathlessly as well.

They lay like that for a few moments until he heard a familiar voice.

"Anne, I'm out for the weekend, don't- my God! Anne, what the hell are you doing?"

He looked up from Anne's tits in surprise and saw Robin, the CEO, staring at them in shock and dismay. Was she immune somehow?

He stiffened in worry for a moment but only a moment as Anne spoke, her words loosely slurred.

"Mmm, it's jusssst Eliot, I made his cock all haaaard . . . had to fix it, sssorry, bosssss . . ." she murmured dreamily. "Shit, I can't believe I came, I'm soooo sorry, this is a lil' embarassssing . . . jess gimme a minute . . ."

The leggy blonde's face immediately changed from an expression of anger to a pleasant smile.

"Oh, sorry! I didn't realize it was you, Eliot." the owner of the company said apologetically. "Carry on."

Eliot felt incredibly powerful, more than he had in months. If this was a penalty, he couldn't wait for a damn wish! He looked at Robin with a triumphant smirk on his face. She then paused, weighing the look he gave her.

"Unless?" she asked a bit uncertainly, glancing at his cock, still hanging out of his pants and covered with Anne's pussy juices, as if waiting for his express approval to leave it unattended to.

He sighed, still spent from fucking Anne, but nevertheless nodded decisively at his boss.

"Later. We'll fuck later. Maybe Monday."

She nodded but looked slightly disappointed.

"Um. Well, if you're sure. Have a good night Eliot, Anne." she said before exiting the building but nevertheless giving him one last wistful look over her shoulder before leaving, green eyes glittering.

Anne slowly sat up, rubbing her face and blushing.

"Sorry, I didn't mean to cum, you must think I'm a total slut or something!" she said as she slid off the desk and opened up a desk drawer to pull out a change of clothes.

"Believe me, I didn't mind." Eliot said with a smirk.

She coughed a bit and blushed again, a nice change from her usual unflappable demeanor, before looking back up at him.

"Um, thanks, I guess. I, uh, gotta go. Are you good now or . . ."

He nodded.

She smiled weakly and began getting dressed again after tossing the remnants of her old outfit into a nearby waste can as he admired her body again, noticing it was lightly covered in sweat.

Eliot stuffed his cock back into his pants and zipped up, deciding to head home. He finally had an idea for his first wish and it was a good one.