Tiffany

You look through the peephole and see Tiffany in her work uniform: a tight black football jersey tied below her boobs and a pair of tight black jeans. You open the door. "Hey, Tiffany."

"Hey, Jacob. Can I come in?"

"Sure," you say, and I'll come in you soon, you think.

She comes in, and you offer her a seat on your couch. "Can I get you a drink?"

"Oh my god, I'd love one! I've had the worst day!"

"I'll get you something, and you can tell me all about it."

You go to the kitchen and get two beers. You return to find Tiffany taking her shoes off. You hand her the beer, and she takes a long swig.

"So, tell Jacob all about it." You sit down next to her.

"We have this new manager. The guy is a total dick. He thinks he's hot shit and flirts with everyone, and if you don't flirt back, he gives you the worst shifts and worst stations. Not only that, but this bitch Carly is sucking up to him, and even before he arrived, she was a stuck-up bitch who waggled her ass for tips." She took another swig of beer.

"Damn, hate to hear that," you say. "Anything I can do to help you relax and unwind?"

"Well, now that you ask..." Tiffany's face softens, and she smiles at you. She puts the beer on the coffee table and leans over and kisses you. It does not take long before she is straddling you and passionately kissing you. After a few moments, she pulls off. "I've been dreaming about you."

"I'm so flattered. You're so hot!"

"Take me! Take me now!" she says.

She gets up and starts to strip, so you do the same.

After you two are naked, she gets on the couch on her hands and knees facing away from you. "Fuck me, Jacob! I need a good fuck!"

You get on the couch and playfully smack Tiffany's ass. You are rock hard now and guide your cock into her wet pussy. After you are in, you grab her hips and start bucking away.

"Oh god!" she yells as you starts to orgasm.

You smile as you think about what your women must think about your ability to have them orgasm over and over.

"Oh god, yes! Oh god! Oh fuck! Fuck me! Fuck me!"

You keep fucking Tiffany for several minutes before you cum in her, sending her into one last mind-blowing orgasm. After you finish and go limp, you two collapse onto her. You are both panting. You gently nibble on her neck between pants.

After a few minutes, you shower with her, and later, she is wrapped in your bathrobe, and you are wearing a pair of gym shorts and a t-shirt. "So, do you know your manager's full name?"

"Why?"

"In case I want to lodge a complaint, and Carly's last name too." You use your new powers to crank up Tiffany's trust in you.

"Greg Walton and Carly Normandy."

"Noted."