Going Home

Lying on the desk, your mind finally clears. And you think to yourself, what did I just do? But before you have anytime to explore that thought, Fiona stands up and walks over to you. She leans down and glides all the cum on you into her hand. She then moves it to your mouth and whispers, "be a good boy now." You eagerly accept, lapping up a combination of both her and your seed. It shouldn't taste so good yet you just want more. "You're a good little cumslut, John. Since you were such a good boy, how about you take the rest of the day off? And don't tell anyone about our little arrangement Mr.Doe.," Fiona says.

You immediatly muster a, "Yes ma'am," and get dressed and leave her office. You needed to leave anyways, a chance to sort out what's going on. Walking down the street, your asshole feels empty like its missing something and girls look at you lustfully, making you blush. When you reach your apartment and head up the stairs. There you end up bumping into your landlady, Amelie.

A note on Amelie: She is a tall voluptuous German lady, even before the reality change. Being in her mid 50s she still looks quite good. She is your landlady being quite generous to your frequent late payments.

"Ah, Herr Doe. How are you?" She says in her thick accent. "Good and I'm so sorry I might be a little late on this months rent," you reply in a hast. "No worry Herr Doe, I'm sure me and a cute boy like you can figure something out. Why don't you come by my apartment and we look into your payment later," she assures you and before she walks away, she looks you up and down. Was she checking me out, you think.

Best not fret, and so you enter the apartment.