Reject her advances and go home

"Sorry, Gina, I can't, this isn't right," Michael gently pushed her away. Gina's eyes reddened.

"I'm so sorry, mister Rogers. I don't know what came over me. I mean, I do like you, but that was so unprofessional. I'm really sorry-"

"Shh. It's okay. Just go back to your desk. I'll go home early today," Michael said, patting her head.

"Yes, of course. See you tomorrow!"

As she left the office you could still hear her berating herself.

"I'm impressed, Michael. I didn't think you would turn her down." Inara said, visible once more. Michael tried his best to not look at her body.

"How could you do that to her? Just stop!"

"Relax! I didn't do anything! All I did was to recharge your sex drive. Gina jumped on you herself. Did you know she masturbates while thinking about you? Uh huh. That girl has always wanted to fuck you."

"No... no way."

"It's true. I can read minds."

Michael didn't have a retort. He hurriedly packed his belongings and left for home, his boner remaining hard the entire time.

At home, he hurried into the bathroom and undressed himself. Michael was still a handsome man despite his age. While he did enjoy regular sex with his late wife, Michael just didn't have the mood after her death. He couldn't even remember the last time he had an erection.

Right now his cock was harder than it ever had been, a gorgeous eight inch member that throbbed along to his heart beat.

He wrapped his hand around it and jerked it. It was a nostalgic feeling, although he still wasn't in the mood. His thoughts jumped to his late wife, but Gina's form constantly intruded upon those pure memories. His arm would probably tire before he reached orgasm.

"Need a little visual stimuli?" Inara materialized before him. Clad in the sheer, see-through belly dancer outfit, she was just as sexy as ever. Inara lifted one of her humongous tits and brought her nipple to her mouth to suck on it. She floated upwards and spread her legs, showing off her pussy to Michael at the same time.

The pace of his stroking increased. Michael hated to admit it, but Inara was such a sexy creature. His animal brain was already imagining what she would feel like under his body, his cock ploughing the depths of her vagina. Juices leaked from his cock as he became fully aroused. He hated being under Inara's spell and made to humiliate himself this way.

"Fuck fuck fuck..." He groaned. Ropes of cum exploded out and landed all over the place. Inara screamed in delight as some splashed onto her chocolate skin.

"Amazing! That was a good show! Why don't you do it again?"

Despite the deeply satisfying orgasm, Michael stared at his cock in disbelief. It had not gone limp in the slightest!

"Whoops! Did I mention masturbation won't satisfy you anymore?"

"You witch!" Michael grabbed at her, only for his fingers to pass through her like she was made of smoke.

"Enjoy your gift! And do reconsider using your wishes."