Become his woman

“Fine, I’ll do it.” Eris can scarcely believe the words coming out of her own mouth. Throwing away her pride just like that? “But no sex. I’m saving myself.” She hurriedly adds on, as if establishing that boundary somehow made it any better.

The Fat Man guffaws, a loud chortle that booms off his office walls. “You gotta be kiddin’ me sweetcheeks. What are you, some naive backwater girl? Oh wait, you are!” His underlings laugh alongside him as Eris shrinks under their taunts.

Finally composing himself, he gestures with a cigar-toting hand. “Look, you’ve got a debt to me that you have no hope of paying off. Do you really think I’d settle for some half-assed blowjob or titjob? Nah, I’m gonna fuck that sweet pussy of yours.”

“But I don’t wanna get pregnant…” Eris snuffles, a blush creeping up her neck at his crude words.

The Fat Man shakes his head exasperatedly. “Ugh, fine. I don’t really enjoy forcing a lady either. How about I offer you two options. Either you let me fuck you with a condom, or we play a little game. If you can get me to cum three times before you do, I’ll let you have the gem. If not…” He trails off, the penalty ominously obvious.

Eris gulps nervously. What should she choose?