Our boss Elin recently broke up with her boyfriend. She's a sweetheart, and the workplace feels like an actual family, unlike other places that wished they had what we do, so we know the details of their separation.
She's a high earner and he was a bum. He knew what to say and do to get her hooked on, but us, her friends and family, we all told her she could do better.
He used her for her money and body and, finally, she stood her ground and told him off. He ran with his tail between his legs, but she's been feeling really down.
We've been trying to cheer her up all week. Flowers, chocolate.
Come on. She's tall, beautiful, sweet, smart, funny... A 10/10, confirmed by anyone who knows her.
Her hair is naturally auburn, beautiful and long, usually tied in a high ponytail. Her eyes are brown, dark unless the sun highlights the beautiful hazel in them, and her bulge is enticing to anyone with eyes. Jeans, trousers, dresses... nothing escapes that member under her pants, which has everyone in the office captivated.
She works out, so she has a nice figure, voluptuous but firm. She is nice to everyone and really loves her subordinates; she cares for us.
The newest problem she's facing is that she's been reminded she has a relative's wedding next week and no one to go with. She feels a mixture of anxiety and sadness due to her grieving we can do nothing about.
There's where the girls had an idea: "What if you go with her? You're THE single guy in the office!" Ouch.
I kind of brushed them off due to pure shyness, but she heard them, and now I blush so hard whenever she stares at me, with a curious look she's never given me before.
I'm burying my head in my computer to avoid any more discomfort when the sound of Elin's heels carries into my office.
"Do you have a moment, dear?" she asks from the door frame.
"Of course, Elin..."
"Why are you so nervous?" She cackles with her angelical tone.
"Uhm... It's nothing." I look back at my computer.
She walks around the desk and sits slightly on the edge of it, right next to me. Her long, very long, thick legs cross over each other. Thank the Goddess they're covered in her fancy white jumpsuit.
"That dress looks lovely on you," I compliment her.
Her beautiful laugh again.
"That's why you're my favorite." She touches my nose playfully with her finger. "And that's why the girls told me you wanted to come with me to the wedding!" Her face brightens.
I choke on my spit. What?? Those... those...
Those eyes are looking down at me with charm and expectation. I just can't say no.
"Wonderful!" She claps relentlessly and smiles at my confirmation. "You are saving my life."
"What should I wear?" I ask, already dreading the answer.
* * * * *
And I was right to do it. She insisted on shopping with me to pay. That's the positive. She's here. The negative is the witches who forced me into this mess; they're surrounding us like vultures, having a good time and a proud attitude for helping their boss and friend.
And I'm standing there like a mannequin, being dressed while everyone offers their opinion on the outfit and, most embarrassingly, on my body.
"How did I never realize you have such a fat ass?" Nicole whistles while they make me spin around to catch every angle of the black three-piece with green details they just put on me.
"Not bad at all..." Elin says under her breath.
The poor clerk girl looks more uncomfortable than I do. All this positive female attention isn't so bad, after all.
"I think this one is perfect!" Elin says.
"Good, because I'm getting tired of trying stuff!" I complain.
"Don't be a sourpuss!" Candy hits my shoulder.
"It's gonna be hot in here!" I continue.
"Then suck it up!" Nicole finishes the dispute and they leave me with the clerk so I can undress. Everyone but Elin.
"Elin, love! Let's go check Hermès!" Nicola calls for her.
"Y-yeah!" Elin gives me one last glance and follows her friends.
* * * * *
They've been teasing me all week. Boys and girls.
"How's that promotion going?" "Sup, sugar baby!" Even the office mom hit me today with a: "She's staring at you like you are dessert, honey!"
And she was right. Elin had her glasses on the tip of her nose and was staring from her glass-walled office. She didn't even bother looking away when I met her eyes.
At night, lonely as I am, I've been having fantasies... It's a bit uncomfortable and intrusive to be thinking of a futa I see every weekday, but I can't help it.
Today she's come to work in a blouse and tight striped pants. The break room was a bit cold for a while, and her nipples showed, matching with the snake at her groin as swollen entities.
I imagine her grabbing me by the neck, towering over me as she does, and taking me to the bathroom. She'd push me against the wall and have her way with me. Her big tongue would be so wet and tasty against mine.
Elin would rip my clothes off and lift me up; she'd smirk as she'd hold my hair, pushing in, making me gasp and moan while I'd look at us in the mirror over the sink... Damn, I'm putting my sex toys to use.
* * * * *
It's Friday. Tomorrow's the wedding, and I'm stupidly nervous. I don't really like these events, even less when I don't know anyone. I keep thinking I'm going to spend the day with her. That's worth it.
I'm working later than usual, but I'm already done. I turn the PC off and stand up.
"Hi," a sweet voice startles me. It's my boss.
"Hi..." I nervously rub my hand on my thigh.
"You've been weird with me lately. Are you okay?"
"No... Yeah! Yes. I'm fine! Just... I don't like weddings... much..."
"Oh... Then why did you think of coming?"
My nervousness makes me mutter: "Um... I just want to spend time with you."
Her normally calm demeanor changes. Her face turns red bottom up like a real life comic, and she opens her mouth, but no sound comes out.
"Oh!" she finally manages to say, followed by an almost-maniacal laugh. "You silly... silly..."
We stand awkwardly, with our heartbeats accelerated. She gives one step closer, the fragrance of her rose perfume growing stronger. I look around, but she is my around now, so I look up to those big, beautiful eyes, hit from above by the dim office lights.
Gulping, I raise my arm and put my hand on her hip. It's happening!
She's reached her limit and grabs the back of my head with one hand, my whole ass cheek with the other, and kisses me.
It's not slow and romantic. It's as I've imagined: fierce, hungry, wet, and warm.
I relax in her arms, enjoying her tongue, having to remind myself to do some work as well.
She's really good at it; she dominates me with body and tongue, leaning to reach my lips.
I pass my free hand through her hair. It's so soft, so nice to the touch...
She grabs my butt with more strength, and my body hits the desk, making things fall. She throws me onto it, my legs surrounding her body.
I feel her package pressed on my ass, her breasts on my chest, her hands all over me.
Then a door. We stop right before the cleaning lady comes out of the bathroom and into the shared workspace with headphones on. She takes a long time to notice us, thankfully.
From her point of view, I'm sitting at my desk, hanging out with my boss. She misses our open mouths and the trail of saliva that falls down my chin; she just smiles, waves, and starts working.
"Oh my Goddess..." She tidies her outfit and leaves.
I clean the mess we made, grab my stuff, pass behind the nice woman cleaning, and go home.
* * * * *
She did not text me last night. I texted, "Is everything okay?" as soon as I woke up, and she reacted with a thumbs up.
I'm about to dress up now, relishing the hot dream I had about her, and then ask her if she's going to pick me up as we agreed.
"Of course. Sorry, I've been busy," she finally messages me normally.
She is waiting at the agreed time with her Cadillac Escalade IQ. Miss Sarita, on the other side of the street, is gazing at the expensive vehicle with curiosity. I wave at her as I get in.
"Ready?" she asks, eyes on the empty street.
Despite her coldness, she looks stunning. Her gleaming metallic gold dress hugs her neck with a band, shows her brawny arms that are taking the wheel, and moves down her beautiful curves perfectly until the middle of her powerful calves. She is driving barefoot, with her champagne heels at the side.
"Yes... You look amazing, by the way," I say, hopeful that the compliment melts her a little. It kind of calms her sour expression, but she stays quiet.
I've tried to start conversations twice, but she isn't being very receptive. She seems to be thinking, that's all...
In the middle of the highway she finally says: "What are your thoughts about last night?"
"Me? I... I'm very happy," I confess.
She controls her shock very well. "Oh..." she says, just like last night.
"Why are you being so weird with me? Did I do something wrong?"
"No! Not at all... I just... It's many things. I've been thinking that I'm your boss and it's not right... I just came out of a relationship and I don't want to use you as a rebound... It's just complicated. My head is a mess." After shooting her thoughts out, she breathes deeply to calm herself.
"We will do whatever you're comfortable with. If you don't want to go further, I'll-"
"I do! I do..." She gives me a one-second glance, then takes the exit toward the countryside where the venue is located.
"Then what's the problem? If I ever look uncomfortable around you it's because I'm a horrible flirt." She chuckles at that. "Nothing you've ever done has been wrong in my eyes. You're... too perfect to make mistakes. Other than pretending to be mad at me for no reason, like you've been doing..."
She giggles some more, then eases off the gas.
"Isn't this beautiful?" she changes the topic, and I look at the beautiful landscape.
"Thinking of getting married?" I ask.
"Are you usually this witty? Keep going and I'll drown you in the punch bowl."
"Don't threaten me with a good time!"
We laugh as we always do until we arrive.
* * * * *
The place is beautiful. Churches are great and all, but nature is just... magical.
Barely a bug in sight, just red and yellow. They really know their seasons.
"So..." I start the chat I had thought of having while in the car, which didn't happen for obvious reasons. "I'm your... boyfriend here?"
"Oh... No, no!" She laughs nervously. "Some of them knew Mike. It wouldn't... It wouldn't be believable. You're just..."
"A friend?"
"Sure! A friend. Let's go. My mom saw us." She looks at a tall, chubby futa with dark hair and glasses. "Nora."
We get out of the car and sort ourselves between other vehicles until we reach the few people still outside the tall hedges.
I can see the open-air venue through the entrance. There's an aisle lined with white flowers, and seats on both sides, most occupied already. It's honestly ideal.
"You're late, snuppa!" the imposing futa calls her kid out, hands on her wide hips.
"No, I'm not!" Elin looks at her phone.
"Don't argue with your mother!" Her fake mild anger transforms into joy when her daughter squeezes her lovingly. Boss has a few inches on her, but Mom has some on me too.
The latter turns to me, checking me out with a big smirk on her face.
"And who is this cutie?"
"He's just a friend. Don't be silly now!" Elin tells her mom.
I step forward: "Hi, Nora. I'm-"
"Oh, you told him about me?" She looks at her kid, lifting an eyebrow.
"There's nothing bad to tell him about you, mamma."
"I hope so!" They laugh and hug one more time. "Go on, boy! Take my baby's hand!"
"Sure..."
I do so. It's bigger than mine, warm, and a bit sweaty. She gives me an apologetic look, but I hold it with more strength, reassuring her.
We walk in and I notice plenty of eyes following us, as if we were bride and groom.
"Your seats are here, with me." Nora sits closer to the aisle, and I wait for Elin to sit in the middle to take mine.
"My parents have been divorced for years. Don't expect to meet him," she whispers close to my ear. It tickles.
I zone out, enjoying the touch of her hand until the bride arrives, followed by a beautiful chorus. She's my boss's distant cousin, almost as tall as she is and with long light brown hair braided beautifully.
Their eyes are similar, slightly slanted and dark. Very pretty.
We stand up to receive her and sit down again. The ceremony is beautiful, but I don't know them, so it's a bit boring to me.
When it ends, Elin is crying. She's always been very empathetic and emotional, so sweet.
At the reception, Nora encourages us both to start with wine on an empty stomach. We oblige and soon I'm very tipsy. Luckily, everyone follows suit, even the newlyweds.
"Thank you for coming," Elin says in between chats with family members.
"It's my pleasure, queen."
Her smile grows, and she squeezes my hand, then hugs me, smothering me in her rack.
"You smell great," I praise her.
"So do you," she mutters, sniffing my hair.
"Just kiss already!" The bride reaches us with a pearly smirk.
"Alva!" They hug.
Elin introduces us and I shake her hand, which is as warm as her cousin's.
I leave them chatting and head for the appetizers before the dancing starts.
People are drinking a lot, but they seem to hold their liquor better than I do. This family is so tall!
"Hi, handsome!" a blonde futa who can't be more than twenty calls out to me from a nearby group.
I look behind me to make sure I'm not mistaking the situation; she chuckles and signals for me to come.
"I don't think I know you," another futa comments, as tall and young as the first one.
"I am Elin's date."
"Ooh. Elin. We haven't seen her in forever. Where is she?" The first futanari looks around and finds her talking to the noteworthy bride.
"Damn, she looks good!" Another girl smiles, although others look kind of jealous.
"Are you her boyfriend then?"
"No, no. Just... a friend."
"Oh, so you're single then?" The first lady's eyes brighten.
"I..."
"He's mine for today, Helga. Sorry, not sorry..." Elin says, pulling me away by the arm.
"Thanks..." I whisper.
"No worries. And I meant it. You're mine..." she says; her wine-laced breath brushes against my face.
I blush, taking a while to notice I am being led away. "Elin?"
"Shush. Seeing those little harpies around you made me realize something."
"What?" I say as we turn around a hedge, disappearing from everyone's sight. "Mhh!" I open my eyes in surprise as she leans to kiss me. I melt in her arms, just like yesterday.
I reach high for her broad neck; she plays with my butt cheeks, enjoying herself while pushing her tongue deep for me to suck.
My penis gets hard. I move closer and find her bulge with mine; the size difference is ridiculous, and it feels so good rubbing them together.
She gets rougher, her grasp tighter, until she lifts me by the ass and gives me some more tongue before she moves down to my neck, sucking it while her tongue swirls against my skin.
"Ahh. Elin." My heavy breathing lifts her bangs as she works on the possessive hickey.
My hands run through her hair. She stops, pulling my skin one last time with her lips, and looks at me.
"I need you."
"You... have me."
"No. I need you."
"Oh."
* * * * *
We sneak to the bathroom. I kneel in front of her, as she sits on the clean toilet and sticks her cock out of her dress, unsnapping her golden holster and putting it in her handbag.
"AHH!" she hollers pretty loudly when my lips meet her glans.
It's everything I've dreamed of, so big and thick. The gum-pink head is very large too, hard to swallow, but the exquisite feminine taste makes me take it deeper.
I look at her with puffed cheeks as I bob my head, massaging her sensitive flesh with my tongue and her muscular quadriceps with my hands. She's so big, and it's turning me on so much!
Her massive hand drops on my head; her fingers grasp it when a new wave of pleasure runs through her body.
"Tongue, babe. Give me s-aaah! Yes! Just like that."
I pass it through her glans and under the pungent crown, then trace down her shaft until I reach her wonderful, shaved testicles and suck them, one after the other.
"Ooh... I needed this. I needed you sucking my... MHH!"
She bends down and shoves me deep; I exhale her ballsack and follow the arch of my erection with my hand, feeling a strong need to masturbate, as if her scent is my aphrodisiac.
I pull it out and jerk off while I move up to swallow her rod again.
"Deeper this time, cutie. Touch my... balls with your... chin! Oooh!" she shouts when her tip passes my throat. "So... fucking tight, baby!"
I worry someone will hear us, but she doesn't give a fuck; she stands up and, grabbing my head, fucks through my skull and down my gullet.
As overwhelming as it feels, I manage to swallow most of her engorged sex. My eyelids flutter as the last few inches pass through. I reach her base, her ballsack tapping my chin as she promised, and my nose sniffing the intoxicating pores of her pubis.
I feel her gonads jumping in excitement, oh so ready to burst. I push back on her legs, since I need some air.
"Oh, sorry. I just couldn't contain myself..." She pets my head while I cough her juices out. "I really can't..."
She turns me around forcefully, far from the sweet boss I'm used to. She pushes my upper body against the toilet and crouches. My pants drop to my ankles and she starts making out with my behind.
"E-Elin! That's-"
"Shh!"
"Oooh... Goddess, yes!" My hole clenches around her tongue, which pushes through like it has no end. I grab the toilet seat and move with each thrust of her pink muscle.
"Mhhh!" she moans, chuckling since she knows she's found my prostate.
She traces shapes with her tongue over it; her hands find my penis and tug.
"Elin! I... ahh! I'm gonna..."
She just fucks my rectum faster, and I spurt my seed into the toilet as she slowly massages my shaft. It makes a dense plop and floats in the water as I tremble against the throne.
"Baby... Baby." She pulls me back, breathing in my cheek. "I need to fuck this tasty little hole. Can I do it? Say yes. Say yes, please..."
She sounds so desperate, and I really need it too. As soon as I nod, she grabs her member. "I think... I have... Here!" She puts an inhaler against my nose, and I take a puff from it, feeling the usual weakness and relaxation.
It's okay; she holds my hips and lifts them to match her height. I feel her extra-wet tip brushing my rear and try to help it find the bullseye.
"Eager, are we?" She laughs.
Looming over me, she pushes in. The first part is the most nail-biting. It stretches my anus so much, and I hold my scream.
I feel her rapid breaths, the strength with which she holds me, the pulsing of her blood-pumped dick. I push back, taking more in. I don't think I can roll my eyes any more; my legs, which barely touch the floor, start feeling numb, and my mind melts as she finally spears through me.
PLAP, PLAP, PLAP! "Oh, baby..."
"Elin... Ahh..." I gasp when she pulls back, scrubbing every sensitive part of my insides. "Fuuuck..."
"Yes, baby. Just like that. Tighten... it even more! Bless the Goddess! Ohh! Can you take it, babe? Are you ready?"
"Please, break me, boss. Ruin me with that fat girlcock!"
She chuckles and literally lifts me from the ground. "Your wish is my command, sexy. IAAH!"
After the first groan, she keeps shagging me in the air. I drop the toilet lid, fearing I'm going to break it with all the rocking she's putting me through.
I look back, missing her lips. She reads my mind and leans further to kiss me, tonguing me. She tastes earthy, and I remember where that tongue has been, but I don't care, I just want her to use me, like a toy she needs to climax.
"Uuuuh... Eliiin!"
"Take it. Take my cock!" She gets rougher, and the plaps of our flesh get louder.
My penis decides to cum again, this time missing the water and creating a geyser of watery, prostatic semen.
"A-Are you close? Mhh?"
"I am fucking close, babe. Suck my tongue. Silence my growls of pleasure!"
I obey and suck her long, wet organ. She pushes it deep at the same time as her cock, and shoots her huge loads inside me. Her strong grip pushes whatever air was left after her sex filled my guts.
I feel my belly warm up and bloat. I squeeze her tongue and member; both pull out, and I hear her jizz splattering in the toilet.
"Shiiit..." She leans me against the toilet, rests her head against mine, and we catch our breaths together.
* * * * *
We come out of the bathroom, clothes fixed and smelling suspiciously of fresh rose and futa reek. We receive a couple of looks, but I decide not to think about it, or I might die of shame.
It took a long time to empty my bowels of her girl cum, and she plugged it with a toy she had in her handbag, which received a well-received joke from me.
We don't really talk about it; we act "normal": dance, have fun, and I drink a bit more, since she has to drive.
Other ladies talk to and dance with me, but Elin is fairly possessive of the most daring ones. Helga, the young one from before, smears her bulge all over my ass while we dance, and Elin takes me away to make out, throwing daggers at her.
We talk to the husband and wife, then lie on the grass to look at the stars. Claiming it's cold, which is true, I cuddle into her, and her arm hugs me, making me feel safe and warm.
I open my mouth: "Do you want to talk-"
"No, it's fine. I'm fine like this."
"Me too..."
* * * * *
She took me home, and I kissed her on the cheek before getting out of her car. I gave it some thought all Sunday and came to understand her position after everything she'd told me in the car. I texted her casually, and she responded in kind.
It's Monday and I walk into the office. Everyone is dying to ask me how it went, since, weirdly, she hasn't arrived yet.
"It was great. We had fun," I respond to their pleas.
"Just great? Come on, you've been eating each other with your eyes lately."
I look away, prompting more questions, but then Elin arrives. They would normally flock to her to question her further, but her severe aura screams quit it, so they weirdly go back to their desks.
Halfway through my shift, I decide to go and knock on her door, as everyone stares.
"Come in!"
I walk inside and close the door. She looks slightly uncomfortable. "Can I help you with something?"
"Mhh..." I research the discourse I had in mind, but I kick it out once I stare into her precious eyes. "Elin, I like you."
"Oh..."
"I really do. I understand what you told me, and I am ready to wait as long as you need, but I want you to give us a chance."
"Okay."
"Okay?"
"Do you have plans for dinner?"
* * * * *
It's a beautiful restaurant. She refuses to let me see the menu (and prices) and orders many different dishes. We have a nice chat; it feels like the normal her, relaxed and kind.
They bring the food, and I have to stop myself from drooling. She tells me her favorites, which one her mom likes the most, and with which one she almost choked to death.
"It's delicious!"
"Isn't it?" Elin smiles.
I brush her leg with my foot affectionately. My date looks up at me and hides a smirk with her glass of wine. She scoots closer to the table and lifts my leg with her foot, directing mine to her crotch.
I like her for more than sex, but she started it, and I've heard repeatedly Nicole's unwarranted advice about how futas have this need for constant sex that is a blessing and a curse.
So, I decide to take my shoes off and reach for her. She has lifted her dark-blue dress, and her erection makes it easy to get a hold of it with my soles and start jerking it.
I enjoy the slight change in her expression, the way she clears her throat before thanking the waiter for the new bottle, and the drop of sweat she stops before it can travel down her face. My socks are soaked in precum, though.
We are in a secluded area of the restaurant, so I make sure no one is near and drop on the floor, under the table. My heart and penis are throbbing; I hold her shaft, which is racing just as fast, and start devouring it, hungrily passing my tongue around, feeling the fat vein at the undershaft, and smelling her tip.
"You make me melt..."
"Shh!" she shushes me from over the tablecloth.
I hear clearing of plates, and a thank-you from Elin. I chuckle once they are gone, and she appears from above, her startled expression changing to a fun one when she sees me nibbling on her glans with eyes full of joy.
"I guess you don't have plans later, huh?" She lifts her eyebrow.
* * * * *
"Ugh! Ugh! Ugh!" she groans with every thrust.
Her fists are dropped at each side of my body, and I am holding and biting her pillow as she drops her fantastic futa cock down my asshole.
"Am I tight, baby?" I squeak my question.
"Fuuuck!" is her answer.
She drops on me, her sweat-coated breasts and abs pressing on my back so nicely. She moves her hips in circles, making me whimper as she stirs my butter.
"So you do like me, huh?" she asks, finding a moment of vulnerability in such an incredible display of dominance.
"Of course I fucking... OH!" I climax as she punches my prostate for the thousandth time.
She giggles and hugs my body, dropping her tits around my head, and her cock so deep inside me I exhale the last bit of air I had in me. "So do you want to be my boyfriend?" She relaxes the penetration.
"Is this..." I struggle to talk due to the pleasure and her udders muffling my voice, "how you ask people out up north? With... fuck... a cock up their asses?"
"Sometimes..."
"Then I need to move fucking there. Mhh!"
"Why? I am already down here."
"Fair point. I-"
"Would you like to meet more futas before you answer my question? Huh?" She dangerously presses harder, leaving me breathless with her cock.
"N-nooo! No, no!"
"Too fucking late. I found my reason to get rough," she snarls.
She lifts her hips as I begin pleading, and starts smashing even harder than before.
My brain is mush, and my penis keeps spurting weak seed on her king-sized bed as she enjoys herself with my body.
"Get up here!" She grabs the back of my legs and folds me in half, then walks to her huge mirror.
I barely see myself in full nelson, and the sexiest, sweatiest futa grinning as she lifts me high.
"AaAaAaAh!" I holler, being defiled by my boss in the craziest, roughest manner. "Iiiiiiiihhh!"
"Gonna... fill you with my babies!" She huffs into my ear.
I am bounced up and down; my repeated orgasms make me lose my senses, until she pushes me all the way down, and she ejaculates so deep down my guts I feel pregnant.
I stare at myself, and at my male penis twitching as if it was cumming, but with nothing left to shoot.
She stumbles back until she finds her bed and lets go of my legs. We breathe, my body on hers. I drop my head on her tit and, looking at her beautiful chandelier, I mutter: "Please, marry me?"