Tell Michelle to come to your house tonight, alone
From Create Your Own Story
"Why don't we discuss this later?" you tell Michelle. "Come to my house tonight and we'll talk."
Michelle looks a little bit scared, but she manages an "Okay."
"Hello again," you say, gesturing for Michelle to enter. You close and lock the door behind her. "Come in. Please don't be nervous. We're just going to sit on the couch and discuss things. May I offer you an adult beverage?"
Michelle laughs. "Sure, Professor. What are my choices?"
"Vodka, cognac or whiskey," you reply.
"Whiskey it is," Michelle grins. You pour her a shot and leave the bottle on the coffee table for refills if she wants them. After she downs it, you give her a friendly grin.
"I'm not going to press the issue," you tell her, refilling her glass. She downs the second shot as you continue speaking. "I've laid out the terms already. If you don't like them, you're free to say no. It's not a big deal to me either way." You pour her another shot.
"I'm glad to hear that," Michelle responds. She downs the third shot and you pour her another. "So what exactly would you be expecting of me?"
You pause for a moment, and she swigs down the fourth shot of whiskey. The bottle is starting to look more empty than full as you fill her glass yet again. "Nothing out of the ordinary," you tell her. "Just straight-up sex. Say once every two weeks. And I promise to make sure you enjoy it."
She downs the fifth shot. Her words are already starting to slur a bit. "How will you do that?"
You remove the top half of her clothing and kiss your way down to her breasts. "Like so." You begin suckling her nipples and she wraps her arms around you. Her breathing becomes a series of moans.
Michelle stands up, swaying, and removes the rest of her clothes. You strip yours off as well. She lies back on the couch with her legs spread. You sheathe your pole with a condom and lube it up with some of her juices before sliding inside. You pump steadily in and out, and Michelle shudders through an orgasm. You make her cum twice more before you spurt.
After you discard the used condom, Michelle wobbles to her feet. "So... this? Every two weeks?" she asks.
You nod. "That would be all I require."
"And where would Katya be?" is the next question.
"Wherever she wants," you say. "She can be out shopping or at the gym, or she can be in the room if she so desires. That's entirely up to her."
"I can live with that," Michelle murmurs. "You have a deal." She starts stumbling down the hallway. "Oof. I think I overdid the booze."
"I don't think you should be walking home in your condition," you tell her.
"And what do you suggest?" she inquires.
"Well, first you should take a shower," you say. "It'll help. After that..."
"Yes?" she prompts.
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