John Q. Public, midtwenties nonessential worker

You slowly slip into wakefulness. It’s always a slow process, but you let it go slower than usual. It feels like the whole country is on quarantine due to this coronavirus pandemic, after all, and you don’t have the kind of job that lets you work from home. Unemployment insurance is enough to keep you from worrying too much, but you have to admit, the shine has worn off this whole “total break from work” thing. It was great in the beginning, but by now, you’re just…bored. Being stuck in a dinky apartment for this long is wearing on you.

At least your roommate is hot.

Ashley is no vision of beauty, but she is pretty, with a nice tan, bright brown eyes, and long brown hair; she’s almost as tall as you are, but you don’t mind, and it doesn’t hurt that her slender body has just enough curves to crop up regularly in your mental spank bank. She isn’t a bad friend, either, irreverent and funny and helpful.

It’s just a shame that she doesn’t have the slightest sexual or romantic interest in you.

Eventually, after dicking around on social media for an hour, you finally get out of your bed to make yourself some breakfast. Maybe you could mooch a bit off Ashley, if she made enough? But when you get into your shared living space, instead of breakfast, you find a pile of envelopes on the dining table.

You stare for a moment before snorting. Ashley must have gone to the mailbox to get the apartment’s mail. That was either conscientious of her, or she’s getting even more stir-crazy in here than you are.

You go to eat breakfast before you bother looking through it for your mail. Or at least, that was the plan. But now that you’re spooning oatmeal into your mouth, you can’t help but stare at the haphazard pile of envelopes. Maybe it’s just the change of pace, so matter how brief, but you barely finish the bowl before setting it aside to go through it all.

It doesn’t take you long to snort again, this time in amusement. Ashley hadn’t bothered to sort the mail at all, so she probably just grabbed them in boredom before wandering off to do something else.

Most of the mail can be thrown away or set aside for when you’re way more bored than you are now, but one catches your eye. Mostly because it’s heavy as balls, for an envelope. It’s addressed with your full name, ‘Johnathan Quintin Public,’ which means that it’s not from a friend, since everyone who knows you has called you ‘Quint’ since you went through elementary school with five other Johns…but that tells you nothing, since a friend wouldn’t bother with snail mail anyway.

Well, you’re looking for a distraction anyway, so you shrug and open it up. You pull out the letter first, and unfold it to find…sheer insanity.

You read it, and your eyes go wide. You reread it two more times, then burst out laughing. Oh, this is hilarious. Tasteless enough that even you register it, but still hilarious.

“Hey Ashley!” you shout. “Come read this crap, it’s amazing!”

“Just Discord it to me!” she shouts back from her room.

“It’s IRL, bitch, you have to get up to see it,” you return, amused.

You’re only more amused by the intentionally loud grumbles and the double middle-fingers you get when she opens her door.

You pass her the letter while basking in its hilarity. “Look at this bullshit,” you say gleefully. “Apparently, I’m some sort of Quarantine Inspection Officer, the first so far,” you explain even as she reads, laughter heavy in your voice. “I go house to house, granted immunity to all diseases—and pregnancy too, just bee tee dubs—can somehow tell who’s infected just by looking at them, and get compensated for my trouble, from the inspected as well as the government!” You have the biggest smirk on your face as you poke the part of the letter that details it—more money than you’ve ever made, for one, and you can grab food or whatever from houses as you go, but the real kicker was— “Apparently, ‘reasonable service’ from people includes sexual service! And the job comes with boosted sexual stamina, to help ensure I can collect it!” You don’t know which one of your jackass friends set this up, but whichever one deserves a beer for pulling it off and a slap upside the head for thinking you’d fall for this crap. “So I can just go up to a cute neighbor, glance over her, and if she doesn’t have corona, I can get a hummer for the trouble!” You laugh again, a bit annoyed that the letter is obscuring Ashley’s face so you can’t see her smirking along. “Not to mention ‘unilateral’ penalty powers, for people violating the orders.” You roll your eyes. “Oh, and look!” you add while reaching back into the envelope. Whatever made it heavy wasn’t that piece of paper. “I get a badge and everything!”

When you take it out of the envelope, though, you fall silent. Because the badge—already in a lanyard—isn’t some shitty homemade job, or a costume store FBI badge with ‘Booty Inspector’ taped over it or anything. This…shit, this looks real. Not that you know what federal badges really look like, but it looks professional enough that you’d believe it, if you saw it on the street.

Though ‘Quarantine Inspection Officer’ might make you blink.

“Well, shit,” you say lowly as you stare at it, dropping the empty envelope without a second thought. This much effort disqualified your friends, hands down. They are way too lazy for this. Well, quarantine meant more boredom and time on their hands, so…maybe Jake?

“I don’t get what’s bullshit,” Ashley cut in, drawing your attention from the implausibly realistic badge in your hand. “I mean, I’m surprised that you got the Quarantine Inspection Officer position, but somebody had to, right? It looks like a good gig…it says you need to write up reports for each house, but that seems reasonable.”

You gape up at your roommate for a few moments. Is she saying she heard about this position before? But that isn’t the most ridiculous part. “Reasonable?” you ask incredulously. “So if I inspect you for coronavirus, you wouldn’t mind dropping and blowing me right now?”

She just shrugs. “Sure, why not?” she responds calmly. “There’s a global pandemic going on, a blowjob doesn’t seem like much to pay for certainty that I’m safe.”

You continue gaping…until you start smirking. Jake doing this on his own was pretty unlikely, but Ashley was much better at follow-through. You wouldn’t expect Ashley to joke about her being sexual with you, after what happened before, but maybe she was getting back at you for that initial ‘scare’ or something. Are they collaborating on this together?

This prank is amazing.

“Okay, Ashley,” you play along with an overblown smirk, leaning back in your seat. You give her an obvious once over, from head to toe. Like you, she’s in her pajamas—you’re even both in sweatpants, though she’s wearing an oversized shirt compared to your undershirt. Her hair is rumpled and she obviously didn’t bother with makeup, but damn if you don’t think she's beyond fuckable anyway. “There,” you say pompously, for once not worrying about the fact that your dick is hardening visibly in your sweats, “I have just closely inspected you, and can see no sign of the coronavirus—thus, you are clean!” you proclaim. “Now for my bj!”

“You idiot,” she says with a light whack to your head, and you chuckle before she continues. “The job doesn’t start until you actually accept it.” Your laughter cuts off as she waves the letter at you. “Put on the badge, if you want the job.”

“Oh, of course,” you say, shaking your head, smirk firmly back in place. “How foolish of me!” You grab the lanyard and throw it over your neck, absentmindedly ignoring a shiver that runs through you. “There!” you say, giving her another once-over. You really, really don’t mind. “You still look clear to me!”

“Awesome!” Ashley cheers with a smile, and before you can continue with what she ‘obviously’ now owes you, she drops to her knees. “You said bj, right?” she asks, but apparently the question was rhetorical, because she doesn’t wait to reach for your waistband. It only takes her a second to pull it far enough that your dick springs into view, and then Ashley is sucking your cock.

Ashley is sucking your cock.

Your brain locks on this point, can’t move past it. You have fantasized about this so many times, pursued it, been sent down in flames, and fantasized more…and yet, as impossible as it seemed, Ashley is sucking your cock.

“Holy shit!” you swear at a delay, jerking slightly. She moves with it, never pausing her bobbing motions along your shaft. You reach for her head, but hesitate. You dated a woman or two who stopped dead if you tried to touch their head while they were sucking you, and there’s no way you’re going to interrupt Ashley sucking your cock.

You have no idea what to think now, so you don’t bother, luxuriating in the wonder that is Ashley sucking your cock.

She feels wonderful, even if she jumped straight to trying to finish you off, instead of a more sensual bj. That doesn’t take away from the delightful sensations rippling through you. She moves furiously, gliding up and down without a hint of teeth, plunging down to wrap you in wet warmth, soft lips clinging as hot pressure builds up in your balls—

“Fuck!” you swear again as the pressure boils over. You forget about not touching her head and grab her desperately, fully sheathing your cock in her mouth and throat. She starts to make an indignant noise before your dick cuts her off, but doesn’t struggle as you pump spurt after spurt of your cum down her throat.

When the orgasmic bliss starts to fade, you realize what you did and jerk your hands back like her hair’s on fire. She pops off immediately to start coughing, but her hands don’t waver from your waistband, and the second she’s caught her breath, she back at your dick, licking up the mess left behind. Drained, confused, and still coming down from your high, you stare at her in befuddlement.

By the time she’s done, you’ve started hardening again, but she just sits back on her haunches. “It was just one blowjob, right?” she asks. Her voice is a bit raspy, but her tone is completely conversational.

You stare down at her, nonplussed. This is a dream come true, mostly, but there’s no way Ashley would blow you for a joke. Back when you first expressed your interest in her, she was very explicit about not returning the feelings. You hadn’t even seen her for weeks—while living together, which was impressive on its own—then she kept contact limited for weeks yet more weeks until you were able to clearly show that you would treat her normally. The idea of her reversing all of that for a prank…

“Quint?” she asks again, still calmly kneeling on the floor at your feet, a dab of your cum just below one lip.

You look down at your badge, then back at Ashley. “…no?” you try. “No…that’s not all.”

She looks a bit surprised for just a moment. “Okay, what else do you want?” she asks, a small smile on her face.

You have no idea what to think right now. “Let me think,” you say, trying to buy some time. She starts to stand up, and both your heart and dick twitch at the thought of it. You haven’t even— “Wait!” you say, and she pauses in place. “I want to take a pic.”

Looking like this was a perfectly reasonable request, your roommate settles back on her knees. Moving slowly, like she was a wild beast you wanted to avoid setting off, you take out your phone and start to take pictures. You take more than one, with the obvious camera-noises, but Ashley just kneels there with that little smile on her face.

You go to switch to video, then pause for a moment. “I want to take a little video too,” you say cautiously.

Ashley just shrugs. “Sure thing, Quint.”

Still disbelieving, you switch over to video and start to record. Your twitching cock is in the frame, but mostly it’s just Ashley kneeling by your feet in her PJs. “Hey, Ashley,” you say.

“Yeah?” she asks casually, flicking a glance at you before looking directly into the camera.

“Oh, you have a bit of my cum on your face, still,” you tell her, as if an aside.

“Oh?” Ashley slips her tongue down until she tastes it. “So I do,” she chuckles. Your roommate scoops it up with a finger and sucks it down without a second thought.

You don’t think you can get harder than you are right now.

“Take off my pants,” you say, obscurely proud that you’re not shaking from sudden need. “And I think you should get out of your clothes,”

“Sure,” she agrees easily, smiling in the camera as she pulls your sweats off and starts to shuck her clothes. She isn’t doing a striptease—because you didn’t order her to?—but instead is just taking her clothes off like she was alone in her room.

You can’t possibly care right now—you barely manage to wait until her oversized shirt and sweatpants are crumpled on the floor next to her without jumping her. You carefully place the phone down, still recording, and the last thread of your self-control snaps.

Ashley swears when you practically tackle her onto the floor but returns your kisses eagerly. It takes a few thrusts to get things lined up properly, but as you plunge into her moist pussy, you savor the moment she gasps into your mouth as much as the soft warmth now surrounding you.

You stop kissing her Ashley for a moment, sitting up as quickly as possible to minimize the interruption. But you can’t help it—the sight of Ashley, splayed out naked on your dining room floor, your cock fully sheathed in her cunt, her panting for breath, staring up at you…it was straight out of countless daydreams. Sure, you pictured her made up better than this, shaved stead of a messy landing strip, and so on, but overall it’s so much a dream come true that you can’t help but grab her thighs and start thrusting again.

You miss her lips on yours but hearing Ashley's pants and moans makes the whole thing so much better. Her pussy's gripping your cock, delicious friction stoking your lust as you thrust into her again and again. Despite just cumming down her throat, her wet warmth makes your climax approach far too quickly, and while she’s obviously enjoying herself, you see no sign of imminent orgasm. You don’t want this to end, but you especially don’t want this to end without her cumming.

Your cock doesn’t care, and you feel your end hurtling towards you. You reach down and rub her clit, and she moans louder, but it’s still not enough. As you feel yourself tense up, your mind races, and you reach for the only thing that might work.

“Cum for me!” you snap, your hand moving furiously. Instantly her voice becomes higher and strained, and her cunt clenches around your cock like a velvet vice. You lose all control, grabbing and thrusting and grunting and cumming buckets into her greedy, grasping pussy.

When you come to, you’re back down on top of Ashley, holding her tight against your chest, her breasts a soft pressure topped with two hard beads, the both of you gasping and panting. You’re still pinning her to the floor, and as you pull your half-hard length out of her, you absently feel a dull ache from your knees.

You don’t give a single shit, though, you’re too tired and too blissed out for that, so you just roll onto your back next to Ashley, and the next brief eternity is made up the feel of cheap vinyl flooring, her sweaty flesh on yours, the sounds of your breaths and the smell of sex.

But all good things come to an end, and soon enough Ashley starts to sit up. “So,” she says, stretching in distracting ways, “was that enough to pay you back for the inspection?”

You stare up at her. You had forgotten that that’s why she was sleeping with you, for a minute. “No,” you say absently, before your brain kicks back into gear again. “No, definitely not,” you say firmly, sitting up yourself. “Ashley, what the hell is going on? Why are you doing this? Why—“ A memory bubbles up. “Why did you act like you heard of this, this position before?”

She looks at you as if you’re an idiot—so a much more familiar look, all things considered. “Quint, are you being serious?” she asks incredulously. “Had you seriously not heard about the new Quarantine Inspection Officer position before today?”

You stare back, nonplussed. “No?” you say in confusion.

“Have you been ignoring the news entirely?”

“No!” you snap back. “Well…not entirely.”

Your roommate scoffs at you, then gets to her feet. “Here, let me show you then.” She looks around for a moment, then bends over to rifle through her discarded clothes unabashedly. You take in the image of her lovely ass for only a moment before you remember your phone on the table. Scrambling for it, you try to take a picture, only to realize that you left it in video mode. It ended the video it had been recording, started a new one, ended that, and started yet another before you realized what’s happening. You switch back to photo mode, but by then, she’s standing up.

Your heart aches at the missed opportunity for just a moment before you brain speaks up. “Wait!” you say, and she freezes in place. “Bend over like that again.”

Without the slightest sign of displeasure, she does so, and you happily take a few pictures, focusing on the cum slipping down the inside of one leg once you spot it.

“Okay, that’s enough,” you say, and you take a seat as she straightens back up. “So what’s going on?”

“I’m working on it,” she grumbles, thumb flying over the smartphone, and you leave her be…well, mostly. You intercept her when she moves to sit on a chair, plopping her bare ass onto your thigh instead. It means cum is trickling onto your leg, but considering it’s your cum spilling from Ashley’s pussy, you can’t really bring yourself to care too much just then.

Other than that, and your hands gently caressing her body while she searches, you leave her alone.

“H-here it is,” she says a few minutes later, and you hastily untwist one nipple and stop playing with her clit. She hits play and you finally focus on the phone in her hands.

Or you try, at least. Your hands keep wandering, and you’ve pulled Ashley’s body against your own, and you might be thinking more about the bare ass on your lap than the President of the United States, but to be fair, he does waste a lot of time saying very little, and it is a very nice ass.

You pick up enough.

“Technological marvel, “world’s smartest geniuses,” “top secret secrets,” “Quarantine Inspection Officer,” “an outsider, from outside of the government,” “combining technology under development for decades,” “certain extra abilities; it's a surprise, you’ll see,” “complete immunity,” “discretionary penalty powers,” “tuned specifically to the China Virus, aka coronavirus, aka covid-19,” “to begin work as soon as he is selected,”…

And of course, “Be sure to show him your appreciation, folks. It’s a hard job out there.”

The longer the video goes, the more attention you actually pay it. Having a nude and freshly fucked Ashley on your lap is huge, of course, but this…is so much huger.

More huge? Whatever.

“So…” you say, trying to resist fondling your roommate as you attempt to summarize it all. “This mysterious technology contained in a lanyard has made me immune to all illnesses, only fertile when I want to be, and capable of spotting if someone is infected with the coronavirus at a glance—”

“Only if they’re at home,” Ashley corrected you, “or maybe in homes at all, it wasn’t very clear.”

You decide to move on. “—it’s made me capable of lasting longer than ever,” though you couldn’t prove that thus far, yeesh, “and getting back up faster and more often than before,” which seemed to be true, given you were getting hard yet again, “and anyone would happily do whatever I want to thank me for checking them over?”

“Except for the people who are actually sick, you’re not supposed to sleep with them so they can heal. And you need to arrange to get them to the hospital if they need it.”

“…right, while leaving the people who actually have the coronavirus mostly alone unless they need professional help. At least sexually. Oh, and anyone who hasn’t been following the public health orders can be punished as I like, short of execution or maiming. Is that all right?”

“Yup,” she says, her irritated look not increasing in the least as you give in and reach up to fondle her.

“And you’re absolutely sure this is all fine?” you ask, unable to stop your mouth any more than your hands.

“Of course I’m sure, Quint,” she says, irritation fading into a happy smile and a casual punch to your arm as it looks like you’re done belaboring the obvious. “Coronavirus is no joke—I’ve got asthma, too, so I’m even more at risk. Your job is a big deal!”

You still don’t know what’s going on, but you would have sworn that she wasn’t this concerned about it yesterday…but as you release one breast to grab hold of the lanyard, you can’t really bring yourself to care.

After all, when the whole world’s gone nuts, is there anything to do but go nuts with it?

“Since it is a big deal,” you say slowly, letting go of the hanging badge to grip her bare hips, “I have one last thing I want for this inspection.”

Ashley perked up at once. “What’s that?”

You brace yourself. “I want to fuck your ass,” you say bluntly, bracing yourself for a blow.

Ashley hates anal. It’s come up a few times before you revealed your interest in her, and she had been unequivocal about her utter loathing for that form of sex entirely. Never in a million years will she take your cock up her ass for a prank, or some sort of twisted confession—

“Oh,” she says with a grimace, hands gripping the edge of the dining table, “well, if that’s what you want after the inspection, Quint, then that’s what you’ll get!”

—which means this must be real.

…

You’ll have a breakdown about this later, right now you’re going to fuck Ashley’s ass.

You came twice in the past half hour, but you are already hardening again, just from having a naked Ashley on your lap. At hearing this, you quickly grow rock hard yet again, and your grip on her hips tightens possessively.

Pausing only the push the chair further from the dining table, you pull her up off your lap, readjust her position, line yourself up, and slam her down onto you.

“Oh,” Ashley says breathlessly. “That feels nice, but I thought you wanted my ass?”

“Just lubing up,” you grunt as you pump a few times in and out of her pussy, getting a fresh coating of your mixed cum on your cock. Before you can get lost in the sensations, you lift her off again, press your cockhead against her clenching asshole, and slowly start to lower her.

She clenches tighter at the sensation, stopping you before you can really begin. You can push through it, but you're not a complete jackass. “Hey, hey,” you say softly, not pushing her down further for the moment. “Relax, okay?”

The clenched sphincter instantly relaxes, and you slip inside a bit in surprise. “Yes, Quint,” she says breathlessly.

Not one to not take advantage, you keep pushing yourself in, her full-body grimaces and pained grunts bothering you even as it makes you hotter. You've been dreaming about this ass for months, there’s no way you're going to pass up this opportunity…but at the same time, the best sex is the sex that both parties lose their minds over.

You get an idea, and stop pushing when you’re almost all the way in.

“Is that…is that all of you?” Ashley asks breathlessly, legs quivering as she holds herself in place, ass clenching around your cock in way that makes you want to slam yourself into her.

But patience. “Not quite,” you murmur back. You move your offhand from her hip over to over her pussy. “But I have something else I want you to do, while I fuck your ass.”

“Yeah?”

“Yeah,” you say firmly. “When my cock is all the way inside you, Ashley? I want you to cum!” On the last word, you press directly on her clit and push her down until her ass is pressed against your pelvis.

The results are instantaneous. Ashley gasps, her whole body clenching at the feeling. You might be worried, if you couldn’t feel her pussy clenching and spasming as she came. The feeling on your cock is divine, and you can’t help yourself anymore. You grip both hips firmly and start bouncing her up and down on your cock.

She feels amazing. Her ass is hot, and tight in a completely different way from her pussy. Every time her muscles clench, you can feel the tugs, with way her rectum tenses and tries to pull around and away from your cock, trying to push you out, but failing each time as you just push back in. The impromptu lube is thinning faster than you thought, but her noises more than make up for it.

It doesn’t take you long to spot the pattern in her reactions, even distracted as you are with her ass’ tight grip. Every time you push her back down, she tenses and orgasms again. Every time you pull her back up, she relaxes, even as the aftershocks continue to rock through her.

She’s literally starting a new orgasm every time you hilt yourself in her ass.

The thought makes the heat inside you burn hotter, and you find yourself bouncing her harder, faster. She’s not trying to slow you down; instead, she’s using her white-knuckled grip on the table to push her down, to help you thrust further, harder, and the sight only drives you further.

Her moan shifts pitch every time she bounces off your lap, going higher the harder you fuck her, and she’s cumming continuously now. She’s almost your height, but that doesn’t matter now, not with the surge of heat flowing through you. You grip her tighter and put your back in it, jerking her up and down as you ream her ass. You’re practically using her like a doll now, like a sex toy, and she’s loving it.

It’s more than you dreamed of, but in this moment, it’s not enough.

With a loud grunt, you thrust yourself to your feet without bothering to pull out. Ashley’s squeal of surprise is cut off as you crash into the table in front of you. The table skids forward and envelops go flying, but you could hardly care less as you pin your roommate to the table and start thrusting furiously into her ass. Her moans are blurring together and she starts wailing with orgasmic overload.

The natural lube you had applied is wearing off but the rock-certain knowledge that she would just lie there and take it regardless, cumming all the while, is enough to push you over the edge. You stop pumping and just try to push yourself as deeply as you possibly can in her spasming back door. Ashley’s shrieking from a chain of orgasms that just won’t stop, and you let out a guttural moan as you flood her insides with waves of your cum.

It takes you a while to recover from that one. When your orgasmic haze fades enough for you to notice your surroundings, you’re half-laying on your roommate, your softening cock is still in Ashley’s ass, and it’s clear that she’s still orgasming, though her moans are lower, now. The moans are a bit annoying now, and you unthinkingly reach over and place a hand over her mouth. She muffles them immediately, and you relax on her naked body for a little while longer.

Soon enough, though, your body starts reporting the mild aches and burning feelings from sudden exertion. Then you realize that your weight would make the edge of the table bite into Ashley’s hips, and you stagger upright immediately, your softened dick finally withdrawing entirely.

“Shit,” you say, walking to the side. “Are you okay?”

Ashley starts to stand up herself, her expression an odd combination of pleasure from the aftershocks you know are still rippling through her and the pain from the awkward position. “Yeah,” she says after a long moment, taking the hands you offer her to stand back up. “That was…that was painful, but intense as hell.” She shivers as her eyes go distant, a smile flitting across her face. “Holy shit.”

You check to make sure she’s steady before letting go. “I know, right?” you say a moment later, the biggest smirk crossing your face. “Did I completely change your mind about anal?”

She smirks back and punches you on the shoulder. “You idiot,” she says with a fond eye-roll. “One good experience doesn’t completely change everything.”

“Was it only good?” you say with an exaggerated eyebrow waggle. “Not, say, ‘mindblowing’? Or perhaps ‘utterly transcendent’—” You stop with a chuckle when she smacks you again, harder.

“Don’t push it,” she says, her smile and tone anything but threatening. Then she takes a step from the table and winces.

Guilt starts to gnaw away at you. You don’t have much experience with anal, but you do know that the times that went well involved a lot more lube than you just used. “You doing okay?”

“Yeah,” she says with a wince. “It’s just…an adjustment. I’ll be fine in a little bit.”

“Okay,” you say, a bit worried as she starts to hobble towards a chair. You see the cum dribbling out of her ass and have a sudden thought. “Dammit,” you swear without thinking.

“What’s wrong?” Ashley asks, stopping in place and turning her head to look at you.

“Nothing important,” you say, but she just stands there, looking at you. You know how she is, she doesn’t let that kind of thing slide. “I just realized I didn’t get a picture of you on the table,” you say, annoyed at yourself. She’s hurting, that’s the last thing she—

“Oh, stupid me,” she said, immediately hobbling back to the table. “You’ve been recording everything afterwards, I should have realized!”

You stare at her as she gets back into position and bends over the displaced table. You watch the cum—your cum—continue to ooze out of her anus, down her buttocks onto her legs, and want to slap yourself for hesitating. You get out your phone and start taking pictures.

It’s fine, this just means that she isn’t as hurt as you thought, right? You’re definitely not rationalizing…except if this power you have over her didn’t extend that far, she’d never have let you fuck her ass in the first place. Dammit.

Still, you don’t waste her sacrifice, taking multiple pictures and a short video of your cum seeping out of her holes. Then you assuage your conscience by walking over and helping her directly into a chair. You sit in a different chair, this time.

The two of you sit in silence for a few minutes. You almost want to question her further…but what good would that do? She’s already said everything there is to say on the subject, as far as you can tell. And it’s not like you don’t have a letter detailing what’s going on, it’s just completely fucking nuts.

You have to accept that you basically turned Ashley into your devoted sex **** by wearing a lanyard and looking her up and down. And as your cock starts to harden again, you think you can accept that. After all, you’re not like some other jackasses you could mention—you’ll treat her right.

“So,” Ashley says, pulling you from your thoughts. “I’d say that anal was done now, right?”

You blink at her. “Yeah, I’d say so.”

“Cool,” she says with a smile. “I’ll cya later, then.” Turning her words to actions, she gets to her feet and hobbles to the kitchen. She's walking a little better, but is still clearly uncomfortable.

You start to say something, then cut yourself off. If she feels up to it, then why not? “Well, not just yet,” you say with a smile. “Why don’t you help me clean up this mess I have, first?” you ask, gesturing towards the cum on your lower half.

Ashley turns to look at you for a moment, then resumes walking to the fridge. “Pffft!” Ashley scoffs, opening the freezer. “In your dreams, dude.”

You sit there in shock, staring mutely at her sudden reversal.

She takes out a bag of peas and gets another look at your face. “Man, don’t make this get weird,” she says with a grimace. “I was just paying you back for the inspection. Anal was the last part, that’s done, so now everything’s the way it was before. Got it?”

“Got it,” you say numbly, trying to catch up with what’s going on.

She stares back for a few moments, then nods and starts hobbling towards her room.

You regain yourself right before she makes it through the door. “Why was anal the last part?” you ask, options whirling through your head. Was it because you fucked all three holes? The total weight of the requests? Did too much pain break the spell?

She stops dead, turning so you can clearly see her eye-roll. “Seriously?” she asks. “You’re the one who said it was.” Before you could respond to that, she enters her room and shut the door behind her.

The cum on your legs has solidified by the time you remember what you said: ‘I have one last thing I want for this inspection.’

Fuck, you really shot yourself in the foot with that one.

Still, even if that was the only time you’d ever fuck Ashley, it was still amazing. And you have the pix—and videos!—to help you remember it.

More importantly…

If this thing really works—and you can’t really doubt it now—then Ashley was literally just the beginning. You can go around and fuck basically anyone you want…

Anyone at all...

As your cock hardens yet again, you know, you have to do this!

You jump to your feet—then wince as the dried cum pulls at your leg hairs.

Okay, so first shower, then you have to go out! To screen for the coronavirus!

And then...delightful compensation.