When in Rome, do as the Romans do

You are under quite a lot of stress, stuck in a dim room with hardly any food or water and a woman that has lost her marbles; who could fault you for actually believing you are gods to a small city on a tabletop? Sure, you sulk in the corner for a couple days, living off the roaches and pipe water, cursing your predicament, but eventually you sit next to her and play her game, just so you have something to do.

"Oh you decided to join us? Yay! I'm so glad, you've been a sourpuss for ages," Christie says cheerily, "you can own that half, and I'll own this half. You can be the new mayor! That neighbourhood really went to crap with the last one."

You push a small piece of drywall across the table. It takes your mind off things, sure, but you can't stop feeling dumb for doing this, and end up only playing around healfheartedly. Throughout the session Christie stares at you, quickly turning away when you look at her, pretending to be enveloped by the daily life of her citizens. This goes on for a while, before she finally speaks up.

"You know... Mrs. Barnaby is having an affair." She slowly drips a steady stream of sand from her gripped hand.

You respond with a curt, 'oh?'

"Yeah. Some pretty dirty stuff too." She is quiet for a moment. "Maybe the mayor would like to get back at her and cheat with his secretary?"

You tell her you didn't know the mayor had a secretary.

"Of course you do! Every good mayor should have one. And every good mayor should fuck one too. It's like a law! And well, it just so happens I recently moved to London 2, and that I'm looking for a job..." She blinks in a what she thinks is a flirtatious way, putting her hands on her spread out knees, bringing attention to the fact that her knees are, in fact, spread out. "Maybe I can be your secretary? Then I could show you all the dirty things Mrs. Barnaby has done." She has already moved her body close to you. Honestly, the setup is a little ridiculous, but's not like you have much of a choice.

It's not like it's much of a choice either!

You sit back, your legs splayed, and a sly look on your face. You begin to act (it's very phoned in), and say that; Boy! You sure could use a little relaxation around here after your long, hard day at the office. You wink at her several times in rapid succesion. She bashfully giggles, shaking her tush in the air as she leans against your body. Her thin hands gently touch against your steadily growing bulge in your pants.

"Oh gosh Mr.Mayor, thinking of erecting another building downtown? The board might not like this..." she unbuttons your pants, letting your cock spring out of there like a robber from a prison, already thick and hard and ready to play, "...but I do." You chuckle; she really is putting effort into this. She takes it in her palms, gently caressing it with her thin fingers. Her face looks lost for a moment, her eyes staring longingly at the tip and her lips just parted slightly, as if she wanted this for a very, very long time. She swallows your head, indenting her cheeks with the sucking. You let out a little moan. You just realised you haven't released your stress in a little while, and the tingles of euphoria threatened to make you cum already. You grab the back of her head, which makes her look up at you with wide, cute eyes, and goad her to take in more. She slurps as she swallows more of your shaft. Her tongue playfully tickles and writhes, leaving your cock wet and slick.

"Mmm, I love that sweaty, unwashed taste Mr. Mayor," she said in the brief moment she wasn't sucking, "you taste like you haven't taken a shower in weeks."

She is right, the zombie apocalypse doesn't exactly give many opportunities to wash oneself.

"I hope Mrs. Mayors wife doesn't find out, but at the same time, it'd be sooo hot to have her here watching, Mmm maybe even tied hopelessly to a chair..." Your cock twitches at the idea of your imaginary wife watching you get sucked off by your imaginary secretary. Your imaginary career would be in shambles if any imaginary journalist found out, but it'd be just so, so worth it. Crystie giggles at your reaction. "Gosh, you sure are pent up aren't you? It's okay, cum on your slutty secretaries face! Mark me so that the voters can see!"

She strokes your shaft furiously to the base, twisting her wrist as she does so. Her other hand is fondling your balls, pulling and kneading at them, encouraging them to give her what she desires. You don't last long. You buck your hips while grunting, shooting a load that splatters against her face. She moans, her mouth wide open and her eyes winking. She keeps stroking until you are completely spent and limp. Cum drips off in streaks, leaving trails on her cheeks, on her lips, on her chin; a wayward rope even hit her forehead, clinging to her hairline.

"Wow, Mr. Mayor, you sure deliver on your campaign promises! The question now is, can you run for a second term?" The puns are getting a little grating, but you wouldn't dare tell her to stop in case she stops pleasuring you.