The ride back to her home was quiet and uneventful, since both Matthew and Whisper drove separately back to her home- no sense leaving one car behind so they could ride together.  When Matthew the Red Fox parked his car and got out, he absently straightened his shirt.  He was nervous, and rightfully so.  They had made up a little- at least enough for a quickie in the restroom in Hallin’s Place, the local supermarket- but it wasn’t enough for him to relax.  He’d have to explain everything in more depth, he knew, but he couldn’t help feeling like she may change her mind and not give him that chance.  They barely knew each other, outside of sex, and his doubts about them plagued him hard as he walked over to her car.

	Whisper the Loli White Tiger got out of her car with a hop and popped the trunk by pulling the latch near her seat.  The action caused the little four foot girl-woman to bend over, her short violet skirt riding up to just below her cute little rump- only just barely hiding her panties.  The thirty-seven year old loli dressed in ways that did nothing to make her look older than her childish body showed.  The only thing that really gave away that she wasn’t a ten year old was her B-cup breasts, though her coat did a nice job hiding them.  Honestly, she shouldn’t be in a skirt at all, considering it was getting colder with each passing day.  Autumn was giving way to winter at a break neck pace.

	“I’ll get those,” Matthew told her as he opened the trunk to her little Dusky Crimson Slyon Box, reaching in and grabbing the bags of groceries there.  When he turned, she was standing there, watching him with those jade green eyes of hers.  She didn’t say anything, just turned and headed towards the house, leaving him to close the trunk and carry the bags to the house.  He didn’t mind though, it gave him more time to think things through.

	Inside, the warmth of her home enveloped him, making him pause to close his eyes.  Her house had always had this effect on him- or at least it had the last two times he’d been here.  He felt so safe, so at peace here.  Maybe it was her scent along with her daughter Samantha’s in the warm air that helped with that, maybe it was just him imagining things.  Either way, when he opened his eyes, he gave a soft smile despite seeing the little loli walking away from him towards the kitchen.  “Matthew?” came a voice to his right and when he looked over while using his foot to close the door, he saw said daughter standing near the couch.

	“Yeah, it’s me,” he assured the blind tigress.  Where Whisper was short and childlike, Samantha was tall and very womanly.  At 5’5” with 34C breasts and an ample bottom that bordered on fantastic, she had certainly not taken after her mother.  She possessed all the boobage, buttage and leggage her mother lacked, making her appear to be the mother rather than the daughter.   Her long black hair flowed down the left side of her chest, that single white stripe through it a stark contrast to its deep color.  She wore that same tight sweater and butt hugging jeans he’d seen her in only an hour before, but now he didn’t feel that sexual pull like he had then.  Seems the quickie with Whisper had cleared his head a little of the suppressed sexual need that he hadn’t realized plagued him.

	“Did you make up with Mother?” she asked softly before chewing lightly on her lower lip, her expression worried.

	“A little but I plan to make everything better soon, don’t worry,” he told her, a brow quirking when he saw the mix of regret and relief on her face.  It briefly gave him pause but he couldn’t afford to wonder what it meant right now.  “I’ma set these groceries down on the table in the kitchen then see to your mother, okay?” he said softly and nodded when she nodded, not like she could see such though.

	She followed him into the kitchen and when he set the bags down, she immediately started putting away the few groceries with ease, showing that her blindness did not make her helpless.  It brought a smile to his lips and he startled her by giving her a quick hug.  “Thank you for coming to find me earlier.  It was so brave of you,” he whispered softly, feeling her lean against him, but then he pulled away and quickly left the kitchen to look for Whisper.

	He found her a moment later in her room on the second floor, shrugging out of her jacket to reveal her wearing a spaghetti strap top in a soft pink that complimented her violet skirt well.  “Whisper,” he said softly as he leaned against the doorjamb, watching her glance over her shoulder at him.  “Talk to me, please,” he pleaded and watched as she sighed.

	“I told you the sex wouldn’t make me forgive you for hurting me, Matt,” she said softly, turning to hop up on her bed and pull off her shoes, flashing panties at him without meaning to.  “But it helped a little… though now I don’t know how to act.  If it hadn’t helped, I could just be all mad and hurt and make you grovel until I forgave you… or if it had made me forgive you, I could just drag you over to this bed and ride you like a cowgirl at the rodeo.  This is… awkward,” she said with another sigh, frowning as she rested her hands on the edge of the bed on either side of her.

	“I know,” he told her softly, walking slowly over to her and kneeling in front of her.  He took her hands in his and kissed her fingers and knuckles slowly, the soft fur on said parts tickling his lips.  “I have a lot to explain and so much to make up for- this I know.  How to go about it is still a mystery to me.  I’d be lying if I said I hadn’t hoped the sex would make you forgive me.”  He chewed on his lower lip for a second, just long enough for her to take her hands from his and gently run her fingers through his short red hair.  He closed his silvery blue eyes briefly before looking up and meeting her gaze.

	“I have to work very soon- in two hours actually- but I promise I’ll come by tonight after I get off and explain everything.  It will be late… and you may be too tired to listen… but I’ll be here and I’ll try.  Okay?” he asked, pleading with his eyes as she cradled his head in her hands, his own stroking her forearms.

	“I’ll wait up for you… but if you don’t show, don’t ever try to come by again.  We will be through entirely.  Understand?” she asked, her words harsh but her tone soft.  He nodded and she leaned down.  They met halfway for a soft kiss, just a bare whisper of lips against each other before she pulled away.  “You should go now and get ready for work.  Remember, I’ll be waiting,” she told him before sliding back and sitting cross-legged on her bed, watching him with those jade eyes while she toyed with her white and black hair with its single dyed blue stripe.

	He slowly stood and nodded to her before leaving the room, heading downstairs.  He stopped when he saw Sammie sitting on the couch in the living room, her fingertips brushing along the page of a book.  Curious, he went over and looked, seeing no words but a series of bumps on the pages.  Brail, he realized then and froze when she suddenly stiffened.  “Matthew, you really need to make some noise when you move.  You keep scaring me like that and I’ll die an old woman at twenty,” she huffed before reaching out with one foot and rubbing his calf, making him raise his eyebrows.

	“Sorry, I was just curious as to what you were reading,” he told her, doing his best to ignore that she was still rubbing his calf with her foot.

	“Bram Stoker’s Dracula, brail edition,” she told him before replacing her bookmark and setting the book aside.

	“Oh!  You don’t have to stop on my account, I’m just leaving,” he told her, watching her freeze.

	“Did she tell you to leave?” Sammie asked, worry on her features, her foot falling away from his leg.

	“Uh… Yes, but I’ll be back tonight. I have to work.  They’re still training me,” he told her and she relaxed.

	“Training at night sounds awful,” she commented and he smiled a little.

	“It is, but since I’ll be working the nightshift, it is best I get used to it now rather than later.  Know what I mean?” he asked and chuckled when she did.

	“Not really but okay.  I’ll see you tonight, okay?” she told him and stood, hugging him.  He returned the warm embrace, feeling her lush breasts pressing against his chest.  This time his body did react to her and he could feel himself getting hard.  He knew his hopes that she couldn’t feel it were false when she shifted against him, his arousal pressing against her stomach as she leaned against him more.  He was just about to pull away when she kissed his cheek and pulled away herself.

	“See you later, Matt,” she said with a timid smile, blushing.  He cleared his throat and said goodbye as well before heading out the door, rearranging himself in his jeans when the door closed behind him.  He wasn’t sure how he felt about Sammie feeling him against her like that and his confusion about her actions towards him only made him recall her plopping herself down on his lap naked a week previous.  It had been an accident, but he’d seen- and felt- more of her than he’d ever intended.  Good god, he felt like such a horn dog…

	Tonight had been more brutal than it had been every night of the previous week combined, for it was his first night without a senior co-worker there to fix any mistakes he made.  Really, if he’d known he was going to be an accountant/secretary/department head/whatever-the-hell-his-position-was, he’d have reconsidered applying for a job here at ZaaCorp.  The company was a massive corporation that dealt with everything from oil drilling and ore mining- along with the products made from those things- to the food industry and real estate market.  The corporation had over thirty different companies under its umbrella all from different industries.  When the CEO of ZaaCorp had decided to open a new main office building in the city near where Matthew lived, it had hired over five thousand new workers as well as brought some over from the old main office in New York.  Those senior employees had been the ones training him but tonight they had left him to his own devices in a ‘sink or swim’ kind of situation.

	Halfway through the night he was sure he was going to be fired when he was called to the CEO’s office to speak with the man in charge directly.  He could literally hear his heart counting down the seconds to his firing with every heavy thump against his ribcage as he rode the elevator up to the top floor.  He wasn’t alone in the elevator, a beautiful cheetah woman in a professional woman’s charcoal gray suit stood with him, looking very calm as she read over her papers.  “You don’t need to be so worried.  Mister Rose isn’t as cold and cruel as you’d expect from a man with more money to his name than the entire country’s citizens put together,” she told him without even looking up from her papers- which he recognized then as his god damn resume.

	“Oh fuck me,” he muttered which brought her gaze up, “Sorry. I just didn’t realize you were his secretary,” he told her and she gave a startled laugh.

	“Oh I’m not.  I’m the head of the real estate division.  Cathy Williams, pleasure to meet you,” she said with a smile, offering her hand, “I’m going to be trying to convince Mr. Rose to transfer you to my department.  You’ve shown a lot of promise despite your lack of experience in pretty much everything we’ve thrown at you.”  If he could have blushed any harder than he already was, he would have.  He had no idea if she was criticizing him or complimenting him.  “Don’t worry, that was a compliment.  I need a new right hand, since my last got transferred to a different division with the relocation of the main office,” she said with a sigh.

	The cheetah woman was lean and leggy, like most of her race, with hair the color of honey cut short in nearly a boyish style.  She had the most arresting amber eyes though that had a red tint to the irises, making it feel like she was peering into your soul.  “It’s nice to meet you too,” he replied self-consciously, “Why me though?  Yes, I know you said I had a lot of promise, but surely there’s someone with a better background than me that could fill the slot.”

	She smiled at him then and touched his arm.  “Mr. Reiolod, you really don’t need to be so self-conscious.  I have faith that you’ll not just excel as my right hand man, but come to find that you have a talent for the real estate market,” she told him, smiling more.  The surety in her tone was downright chilling but at the same time, eased his nerves just a bit.  She had a metric shit ton of confidence in him it seemed, which was actually very relaxing for him when for someone else it would have just dropped even more pressure on them.  He liked when someone had no doubts about him.

	The elevator pinged then and she took her hand from his arm as the doors opened, leading the way, her feet padding along on the warm colored carpet.  He followed after her, wondering if maybe things would be okay after all.

	What he’d not expected was to near shit himself when he saw the CEO of his company… the very man who had hired him not a week ago.  “Oh sweet merciful god,” he muttered, stricken, making the lion sitting behind the boat sized oak desk give a soft, warm laugh.

	“My, don’t you look pole-axed,” the man said with a knowing smile.  “Don’t panic, I know you had no idea who I was during your interview.  I wanted you to be as comfortable as possible and telling you just who I was would have had you crapping your pants the entire time rather than calm and collected like you had been.  Really, it was very impressive how cool you were.”

	Just having the man talk gradually calmed Matt enough to smile and reply naturally, “Well I honestly didn’t think you were going to hire me, plus I knew my background wasn’t exactly fantastic, so I didn’t feel nervous.  I was sure you’d talk to me a bit then send me on my way.  You can bet I was surprised when you had me start training the second I stepped out of that cramped little office.”

	“It was rather cramped, wasn’t it?  It’s actually a janitor’s closet now- I know right?” he said with a laugh before pointing at the chairs in front of him.  “Take a seat Mister Reiolod and Miss Williams,” he told them and the two of them sat, the leather chairs squeaking a bit from just how new they were.

	The CEO of ZaaCorp was a tall man, probably Matthew’s height though he seemed taller because of the air about him.  He had long red hair in a mane about his head that seemed both cared for but also wild, as if he brushed it after he got out of the shower but it dried crazy anyways.  His fur was a golden tan color that shimmered in the warm light from the ceiling above them but it was his eyes that caught the most attention.  They were blue-gray like tempered steel but seemed to have flecks of gold in them that reflected the light in a metallic way, and yet despite the coloration, his gaze was warm and comforting.

	If you only couldn’t see the man’s comfortable and totally not a suit clothes, you’d understand how he’d grown to such heights at such a young age.  Speaking of… the man couldn’t possibly be as young as he looked, since the company was at least thirty years old and had been named after the very Lion that sat across from Matthew now.  The man did not look like he was over thirty.  “Personal question here, did you inherit the company?” Matthew asked, causing Cathy to stiffen and look at him like he was crazy.

	The Lion laughed and shook his head, absently running a hand across his chest, his barely buttoned crimson shirt shifting a bit with the action.  “No no.  I started this company myself just over thirty years ago.  Trust me, I’ve aged well.”

	“Damn right, you barely look over twenty five,” Matthew replied instantly and hated himself for it.  It was getting hard to remember that the Lion before him was his boss.

	Zaadin Rose laughed softly at that and gave the fox a grin, “Why thanks but now, on to the reason you were brought here.”  He shifted in his chair and leaned on his elbows on the desk, clasping his hands absently.  “I brought you up here because Ms Williams here wants you to be her right hand man, aka the assistant head of the real estate division which oversees the business of three separate real estate companies.  It is not a quiet cubicle on the second floor of this building, I assure you, and it will not be easy.  Ms Williams has already expressed that you show great promise and will be more than fantastic in the position and since I trust her judgment as I do that of the other division heads, I have no issue with you getting the position.  It will mean long hours and hard days full of an oil tanker’s worth of responsibility, but also a very healthy paycheck and some sweet ass benefits.  We all know you’re going to accept the position so I already had the room next to Ms William’s office converted into an office for your use.”

	It was quite a bit to take in all at once and Matthew found himself nodding like an idiot.  “Ah, overwhelmed you, I see.  No worries, it will all hit you later when you try to sleep tonight and you’ll party like a rock star. I can guarantee it,” Zaadin said with a smile before standing and holding out his hand.  Matt immediately stood as well and took the offered hand, shaking it, still in shock.  “Now then, Ms Williams, if you would, lead Mr. Reiolod to his office and give him a rundown of his responsibilities then give him the rest of the night off.  He’s going to need all the energy he can muster when he comes in tomorrow bright and early.”

	“B-bright and early?” Matthew interrupted with surprise.

	“Yes.  Bright and early.  I know we were training you for the nightshift, but you’ve got too much promise to be working the graveyard shift.  Remember, coffee and Blue Bull are your best friends,” and with that, Matthew was lead out of the CEO’s office and back into the elevator where he leaned against the wall like he’d just had his soul ripped out.

	“Don’t feel too bad.  Despite how natural it is around him, he still has a way about him that leaves you feeling like you had all the energy sucked out of you,” she told him, looking a bit tired herself now that he looked at her.  So he wasn’t the only one that felt a bit pole-axed.  “Honestly, I didn’t have any idea that would go over so well.  I did speak to him before but it was just briefly.  Kinda feels like he read my mind,” she said with a laugh and Matthew joined her with a soft chuckle.  “Let’s show you your office that was apparently put together between when I left mine to get you and now.”

	Sure enough, his office had been put together during that time, sporting a desk, a few filing cabinets, a couple chairs and a computer.  It was no-where near the size of Zaadin’s which could have easily supported an Olympic sized swimming pool but was only a bit smaller than Cathy’s office which was more of your standard sized office.  Where the walls of Matt’s office where bare, hers held degrees from several colleges as well as a few other things that had been framed.  It was actually rather cozy in her office, the color pallet making one think of the savannah and her scent lingered in the air here, showing that she spent a lot of time in this office.

	The rest of the night was really uneventful and when he left, he gave his boss then his office one last parting look before heading to Whisper’s home.  After all that had happened, he suddenly felt like making up with her wouldn’t be so difficult after all.  Hell, if he could talk naturally to a trillionaire and get a huge promotion after only a week of busting his ass, surely he could make up with his girlfriend.  Right?

	All that confidence and awesomeness he felt leaving work were completely gone by the time he pulled into the driveway of Whisper’s home.  It was 1am, quite early for him to be getting home considering it had been near 5am the last couple days when he’d gotten home.  He really should have warned her when he’d be getting off but at least he was here now and hopefully that small slip hadn’t pissed her off royally.

	He parked and got out of his car, locking up before making his way over to the door, loosening his tie as he knocked.  He waited a bit then knocked again.  It was the third time he knocked when Samantha opened the door, yawning widely as she did, dressed in a very large t-shirt that fell halfway down her thighs.  “Hello?” she asked sleepily but she perked up a little when he greeted her.  “It’s so late, Matt. Jesus.  Mother went to bed a while ago,” she told him and he bit his lip as he came inside and closed the door behind him...

	“I know, I’m sorry. I totally forgot to mention just how late it would be when I got here.  I was training for the night shift- though I won’t be anymore.  I got a promotion,” he told her and she instantly straightened some more, grinning widely.

	“That’s awesome!” she exclaimed, hugging him, clearly not aware in the slightest that she was only dressed in that t-shirt- something Matthew did notice however.  There was no mistaking it when he rubbed her back and didn’t feel a bra strap.  “I’m so happy for you!  What do you do now?” she asked.

	“I am the assistant head of the real estate division of ZaaCorp,” he told her and she gasped.

	“Holy shit!  I’ve heard about them.  That’s incredible!” she exclaimed then hugged him again before pulling away quickly, obviously then realizing her current state.  “Oh geeze! I-I just rolled out of bed when I heard the knocking and- I’m really not all that awake!” she stammered before quickly moving towards the hall.

	“It’s okay, Sammie. I understand.  It does happen to be 1am,” he told her with a laugh, making her pause.  “It’s fine.  Lemme get a drink then let’s sit for a bit.  In all honestly, I’m really nervous about talking with Whisper.  My nerves… have been really tested today.  I spoke with the CEO of the whole company directly today and it was not a very easy experience.”  She nodded slowly and went over, sitting on the couch while he fixed himself a small glass of water.

	When he came into the living room, she was there, her feet tucked up by her bottom as she leaned against the arm of the couch.  He sat beside her and sipped his drink a little, pausing when she shifted and leaned against him.  He shifted his glass to his left hand and wrapped his right arm around her, hugging her gently.  “Do you think she’ll forgive me?” he asked softly.

	“For coming home late?” she asked with a soft laugh and shook her head, “I’m pretty sure she’ll forgive you when you explain the mix-up and the promotion.”  She gently rubbed his thigh to comfort him, but all it did was remind him just how little she was wearing and slowly his cock hardened down that particular leg of his slacks, coming very close to where she was rubbing.  She just needed to move her hand over slightly to the left to suddenly be rubbing his cock rather than his leg.

	“No, I meant,” he said, his voice a little husky without meaning to be, “I meant for forgetting about you two.”  She tilted her head to the side at his sound of his voice and her rubbing his leg slowed just a bit.

	“Oh… I’m not sure,” she replied uncertainly then shifted a little to get more comfortable, the action placing her hand right on his cock through his slacks.  They both froze though his dick twitched in her grasp, completely obliterating anything he could say that hard thing in his pants was other than his mini-me.  She chewed her lip a second then turned her head, resting it against his chest in a way that prevented him from seeing her face then she resumed rubbing, stroking his hard length though the suddenly thin feeling cloth.

	His heart hammered in his chest and he was torn between wanting to stop her and wanting her to do it more.  Self depreciating words slapped him mentally over and over, telling him he was such a bastard, a horn dog, a prick, a moron for letting the daughter of his girlfriend touch him like this.  “You’re really big,” she whispered and his cock throbbed in response to her breathless tone.  “I… I don’t have any experience with this,” she whispered as she gave him a squeeze.  That of course went without saying, since he knew she’d dropped out of school pretty early when she began to really lose her eye sight.  It was hard to get a boyfriend and gain said experience when you lived at home with your mother and never left the house.

	“Y-you should stop,” he whispered back, his voice also breathless.  He was very conscious of the fact that Whisper was upstairs asleep.  Or at least he thought she was.  In truth, the little loli was watching them from around the corner by the stairs.  Her emotions were a mess as she watched them.  She had never seen her daughter act like this and as a mother had worried about her daughter’s future.  As the girlfriend of the man her daughter was currently touching rather intimately, she wanted to run over there and bite off Sammie’s hand, but as the mother of Sammie, she just couldn’t bring herself to stop them… and a small, devilish little part of her wanted to see what her daughter would do, this bold and brave side of her one Whisper had never before witnessed.

	“I don’t want to,” Sammie whispered back as she stroked him more firmly before suddenly releasing him and unfastening his slacks with shaky hands.  “Please don’t stop me,” she whispered pleadingly when he tried to grab her hands.

	“I’m sorry, Sammie.  I just ca-“ he hissed in a breath when she shook his hands away and reached into his slacks, grabbing his hard length in her hand, the feeling of his hard, hot flesh in her palm making her rub her thighs together.  “S-stop please,” he begged quietly, his left hand clutching at the couch while his right traitorously slide around and cupped her right breast, making her give a soft moan and push her breast into his hand briefly before pushing his hand away.

	“Don’t touch… just let me… Let me do this,” she told him, biting her lip, “That way… if mother finds out, you can say I forced myself on you.”  She gave several nods then and when he started to protest that Whisper would never believe that and they should stop, she cut him off by pulling him out of his pants and dropping her head.

	The feel of her hot wet mouth around his hard cock stole his breath away and any more protests died under the pleasure her tongue gave him as it rasped against his cock.  She wasn’t skilled of course, but she was enthusiastic, bobbing her head on his prick, working her tongue and stroking what of his shaft she couldn’t fit in his mouth.  He clutched at her hair, holding it out of the way as she worked him over, his mind totally blank.

	Whisper watched with surprise as her quiet daughter gave the most energetic blowjob.  She really should have been pissed.  Really, really should have, but the devilish hand between her legs under her panties rubbed her little cunny with just as much enthusiasm as her daughter showed.  It was really fucking hot, watching her daughter blow her boyfriend- no matter how mad she was that he was actually letting Sammie do it.   She’d get him back for it… later.  Right now though, she was silently cheering her daughter on as she pumped two fingers in and out of her wet pussy.

	It didn’t take long before Matthew gave a soft cry and came hard into Sammie’s mouth, catching the woman by surprise.  She gagged a little but fought against it and kept her mouth clamped around his length, waiting until the twitching stopped and the cords of his seed stopped splashing into her mouth.  “Oh god, Sammie,” he groaned as quietly as he could, “I meant to warn you, I did, but you hit that sweet spot with your tongue there and I-“ he broke off his words when she pulled up, her hand clamped over her mouth.  She shook a bit, as if fighting coughs, then when she calmed, she swallowed several times before lowering her hand and opening her mouth as she stroked him, showing her pink tongue to him.

	“Did I swallow it all?” she asked, her voice husky and definitely not a whisper, her words and tone making him shiver- especially when she grabbed his still hard cock and pumped him a few times.

	“Y-yeah,” he told her and she smiled before dropping her head and licking his length clean.  She pulled away then and stood, smiling at him.

	“Thank you, for letting me do that,” she told him, blushing suddenly now, back to being the shy woman he knew.

	“N… no problem,” he replied, suddenly feeling really awkward as he stuffed his cock back into his slacks.

	“I’m going to go to bed now and rub myself off a few times before I pass out and pretend none of this happened,” she told him with a grin that could have passed for the devil’s.  “Good luck with mother, Matthew.  Good night,” she told him, giving a little wave before leaving the room and escaping up the stairs.

      Whisper wasn’t by the stairs anymore- having retreated a bit to get out of the way so she wouldn’t get caught- but she had witnessed all of it, and shivered with need as she stealthfully crept up the stairs and went to her own room, not completely closing the door before climbing into her bed to pretend like she’d been asleep.  She had no idea how much time had passed before Matthew stepped into her room and closed the door behind him.  She heard clothes rustling then felt the bed shift as he climbed under the sheets with her.  He was nude, she could tell, when his hard length pressed against her thigh as he snuggled close.
      
      She ‘woke’ when he started to softly feather kisses across her face.  She shifted a bit and yawned as if exhausted when in reality she was half a second from pouncing upon him and fucking him so hard the bed broke.  “Whisper,” he said softly and his tone stopped her from doing that.  “I’m sorry I’m so late. I forgot to tell you how late I’d be coming in.  I’m actually off four hours earlier than I normally am,” he explained and she sighed as she opened her eyes to gaze up into his.
      
      “It’s okay, Matthew.  You came, that’s all that matters,” she told him, thankful the darkness of the room hid the blush that came to her cheeks.  Did she have to word it like that?
      
      He nodded slowly and kissed her gently then before proceeding to explain everything from the beginning.  How he’d applied for a position at ZaaCorp and had been taken on to be on the nightshift- though his position had never really been explained at the time.  He told her how he’d had to run around like a chicken with his head cut off, struggling to keep up with all the demands made of him despite the fact he was just a trainee.  It had been hard, exhausting and frustrating, but had paid off.  When he told her about his promotion, her eyes widened and her jaw dropped before she hugged him tight.
      
      “That’s fucking awesome, Matthew!  See, hard work does pay off,” she told him with a laugh and he smiled as he stroked her back.  Her hug had rolled him onto his back with her atop him.  She wiggled a little to retrieve her arms from around his neck and nuzzled his chest affectionately as she lay atop him.  “I saw what happened downstairs- between you and Sammie,” she told him and felt him go stiff beneath her.  She nipped at his chest lightly then added, “As your girlfriend, I’m a bit upset… but as Sammie’s mother, I’m happy it was you.  I saw and heard how you tried to stop her and I know any other man wouldn’t have even tried.  They’d have just fucked her, right there on the couch without a care that I was in the house or that she’s a virgin and having that as her first time would have been awful.”
      
      “Whisper, I’m so-“ she cut him off with a kiss.
      
      “Apologize and I’ll bite your dick off,” she warned before continuing, “Because it was you, she could safely experience that on her own terms without fear of being hurt.  She trusts you and likes you and I can’t be angry about something like that.”  When he didn’t relax beneath her, she smile and rubbed her cunny against his semi-hard length, knowing he would feel that her panties were soaked.  “It was really hot to watch too,” she whispered, gently dragging her nails down his chest as she ground her hips against him.  “How was she?  Am I better?” she questioned in a breathless whisper, making him tremble.
      
      “Y-you’re better but she shows promise.  She was very enthusiastic,” he explained, biting his lip after.
      
      “I could tell.  I felt so bad though when she gagged trying to deep throat you,” she purred, her voice so sexy, “She’ll need proper lessons to do that.”  She licked his left nipple, smiling when he gasped and it hardened.  “I can feel how hard you are, baby,” she whispered before reaching down between them, grasping his length.  “I want this inside me.  Now.”
      
      A visible fight occurred on Matthew’s features and he sighed as he hugged her tight to his chest.  “I want to, Whisper, I do, but I have to be up bright and early tomorrow and go in to work in less than seven hours,” he told her and she stilled.
      
      “Well shit… The hell you waiting for then? Fuck me good then sleep as hard as you can,” she told him and that startled a laugh out of him before suddenly he rolled them over.
      
      He tore off her panties and was inside her in the next breath.  Her cry of pleasure was not quiet and a half second later there came an echo from down the hall, making Whisper giggle as her eyes closed and she clutched his arms.  He thrust into her over and over, not going slow or easy, her tight cunny around his cock a pleasure he wanted to savor but did not have the time to do so.  Obviously Whisper was wound up from watching him and Sammie earlier for she came twice; racking her nails down his upper arms as she bucked under him each time.  “Cum in me! Fill me up baby!  I want your hot cum so bad!” she pleaded but when she came a third time and he still hadn’t climaxed, she growled and with surprising strength, flipped them over and straddled his face, her pussy grinding against his mouth as she immediately took his cock all the way down her throat, his sheath fuzzy against her lips.
      
      His tongue worked against her cunny, rasping against her clit and fucking her wet hole with spear-like thrusts, but he lasted no longer than to thrusts down her throat before cumming hard, crying out against her cunny.  Just the throbbing of his pecker in her mouth and down her throat had her climaxing against his face even as she swallowed everything he gave her.
      
      Matthew was dizzy as fuck and seeing stars when Whisper pulled off his deflating length and shakily turned around to lay atop him with her head on his chest.  They both lasted no more than two breaths before passing out.