This story contains casual non-consensual Futa (shemale, dickgirl) on Girl content with extreme throat fucking and cum swallowing.
“Oh, Linda, I don’t think you’ve ever met our new hire since you were on vacation last week.”
Kumin’s shoulders shrugged and her wistful face deepened into a curled-lip frown at the sound of Lola’s voice. It had been a good day so far; twenty uninterrupted minutes of pretending to be busy. This being her first real office job, she was a bit lost trying to figure out what exactly she was supposed to do, and instead of offering advice and guidance, her coworkers offered constant distraction, Lola being the worst offender. But meeting someone new, this Linda, was a better rationale for turning around than she was used to. Kumin painted a radiant smile on her face and waited for it to dry before spinning her chair. She was wearing a black jumpsuit with a gold belt separating her hips from her modest cleavage. She wasn’t sure if she pulled off the outfit as nicely as the weathergirl she saw wearing it on TV, but it was comfortable and professional, the two most important things in this new desk life. Her light-brown hair made a sexy surfing wave over her head before spilling over her left shoulder.
At the entrance of her cramped cubicle stood two tall women, both young, attractive, and long-legged, wearing bright-colored shirts with too few buttons buttoned and tight, black pencil skirts. The one with long, wavy blonde hair she was very familiar with: Lola. Kumin suspected she was a pampered child who never grew up. The idea of not always getting what she wanted seemed like a foreign concept to Lola. She was loud, lacked a decency filter, and could never keep her hands to herself, very reminiscent of the people who tormented her in high school.
The other woman with a short red bob had kind eyes and soft features. The fact that she could so far go two minutes without saying or doing anything offensive already put her far ahead of Lola in Kumin’s mind. Perhaps she had finally found someone here who would treat her with respect and could tell her what the heck she was supposed to be working on.
There was something the two visitors had in common, though, but the politically correct thing to do was pretending not to notice the elephant cocks in the room, even if the heads were peeking from the hem of their skirts to dangle visibly between their knees. It was especially hard to ignore the webs of precum sticking to their bare legs from the swinging of their cocks as the futa casually walked about. They played the game with different rules; sometimes, Kumin felt like they took advantage of her respect for exposed futa cocks by purposefully rubbing them in her face and treating her like an outsider. But she had high hopes for Linda, her future office friend.
“Nice to meet you,” Kumin said, offering her hand. Lola had already invaded her personal space and was sending shivers down her spine by massaging her shoulders.
Linda returned Kumin’s smile and shook her hand. Her deep cleavage was something else that Kumin had to pretend to ignore.
“Don’t ask too much of her,” Lola told Linda while pinching one of Kumin’s cheeks. “She’s basically just here as a diversity hire.”
Kumin widened her smile, pretending to appreciate the hilarious joke, but the rest of her face darkened as if a neon light above her cubicle had just gone out. That’s all I am, am I? It would explain why no one seems to care what I do during office hours.
“One girl that checks all of the boxes. She’s a biracial, cockless girl, like half-Chinese or something.”
“I’m half-Japanese, and half-German,” Kumin specified for Linda’s sake. She doubted Lola would remember once two seconds had passed.
“Right, right... And what’s your name again?”
Kumin sighed, shaking her head almost imperceptibly. “You know my name, Lola.”
“I can never seem to remember... Is it JizzDown MyNeck? Or... CreamUp MyBelly?”
Linda didn’t know what was happening but looked thoroughly amused and eager to see where this running gag was going. Perhaps she wasn’t a future work buddy after all.
“It’s Kumin.”
“Kumin what?”
“You can just call me Kumin.”
“But what’s your full name?”
Lola was a dog on a bone. She wouldn’t let go until Kumin said the two words she wanted to hear. So, she said them: “Kumin Mytrott.”
“Don’t mind if I do!” Since Lola’s hand was already on her hapless coworker’s shoulder, grabbing the back of her head and pushing the glans of her flaccid cock against her mouth happened faster than Kumin could say no. Then, with her lips pursed tight to prevent seepage of precum between them, Kumin couldn’t say much more than “mhhhphh.” Even shaking her head was useless against Lola’s iron grip on her hair.
Pushing away a horny futa’s crotch was futile in Kumin’s experience, but she always felt like she had to try, at least to show Linda or anyone else who might be passing by that this was Lola being Lola and that the unfortunate name she had been given at birth and mocked for her whole life was not an invitation for people to ‘Cum-In Her-Throat.’ Her jaw muscles could fend off a soft futa cock, but not a rock-hard one, and Lola’s cock didn’t take long to swell to its full length and girth. A single consonant escaped Kumin’s mouth before its corners were stretched by a fat plug: “N...” for no.
Slurps, slaps, gags, and wet throat farts... Kumin’s guttural symphony resonated in the quiet office like a broken espresso machine. Lola’s cock had her esophagus stretched all the way down to her stomach, fucking the entrance with the last six inches and squishing her button nose with her rolled-up skirt at every thrust. Her fingers had gathered two bundles of hair and were using those pigtails as throat-fucking handles. Kumin was a squeaky gym machine giving her most dedicated member her morning sweat.
An eternity later, in Kumin’s oxygen-deprived mind, Lola pressed her smooth, twitching scrotum on her cocksleeve’s chin. Everything was quiet for a long second until the disturbing sound of cum being pumped out of big futa balls broke the silence, then Lola joined in with a deep tantric moan. Head locked in place, Kumin could feel the thick cum rush down her throat through the pulsations of the cock inside like a sausage-shaped heart.
With morbid curiosity, Kumin put her hands on her belly to feel it grow and strain against her belt. Lola’s first load of the day always had her worried that something would burst in there, but as with every morning for the past week, when Lola was finished, she was bloated but alive. Kumin quickly swiveled her chair back to face her computer monitor, away from the cum-dripping cock that had just been extracted from her throat. With a hand on her chest, she mentally fought off the urge to throw up thick, gooey jizz all over her keyboard. Her throat didn’t get the memo about the arm-size cock being gone; it was still fighting off a phantom mass of flesh and wouldn’t settle down for hours. The salty taste, too, would linger, at least until three rounds of mouthwash.
After wiping her slimy cock on the back of Kumin’s black jumpsuit, Lola turned to her coworker and said with a cheeky grin: “She asked for it. You heard her, right?”
Kumin kept her ear open for Linda’s answer. Would it be too much to ask for one person in the office to acknowledge you shouldn’t be using your female penis to stomach-fuck your coworkers?
“Not cool, Lola. Really not cool...” Linda said. A wave of vindication blew over Kumin like a cool breeze. “... I’m pretty sure she was talking to me.”
“Oh, you’re probably right. I’m so sorry. Go right ahead.”
Still having trouble digesting what she’d just heard as well as a gallon of cum in her stomach, Kumin was caught by surprise when her hair was yanked back to bend her neck over the back of her chair. Linda must have gotten hard from watching her gullet used like a condom because one second, she gasped upside-down at the pull on her scalp; the next, she had another fat cock stuffed down her throat.
Neck cranked way back, hands trying to contain her bulging throat, Kumin had to endure another throat fuck, just as violent and just as deep coming from the soft-spoken girl she originally mistook as good-natured. Getting mouth-raped by a giant cock was exhausting; you had to fight for every breath. So when Linda pulled Kumin’s breasts out of the cleavage of her jumpsuit, Kumin did not have the strength to slap her away. She couldn’t even continue to flail her limbs defiantly; halfway through the first act, her arms hung limp by her side, swaying lazily with the motion of her neck and the scrotum slaps on her forehead, fingers twitching whenever Linda thumb-pinched the sensitive nipples of the breasts firmly in her palms.
“Hey, she was hiding those well. Definitely gonna pop those perky puppies out next time she asks me to cum in her throat.” Though the world sounded like she was underwater, Kumin recognized Lola’s obnoxious voice.
Linda didn’t answer, but that might have had to do with the deepthroat oatmeal she was currently serving in Kumin’s strained belly while imprinting her fingers on the flesh of her breasts. Seminal juice was leaking from the girl’s nose and the stretched corners of her mouth.
“So, what do you think of the new girl?” Lola asked as Linda slapped the last drop of urethral cream against her panting coworker’s bright red face. Kumin tucked her breasts back under her straps and reached for her box of Kleenex, which Linda pushed away out of reach. Kumin had no choice but to snort the cum out of her nostrils.
“What time do you get here in the morning?” Linda asked Lola. “She was a little loose for my taste, but that’s probably because I was stuck with your sloppy seconds.”
“Who is loose?” a voice interrupted the casual conversation about the order in which Kumin’s throat should be destroyed every morning.
“Oh, it’s nothing, Boss,” Lola stammered. “We were just fraternizing with the new girl.”
Kumin’s relationship with the boss lady had been hearing her yelling behind a closed office door. Cum dripping down her chin and funneling through her breasts, this was not a great first impression. But at least the woman could see first-hand how much time her underlings and fellow futas were costing the company. The boss had the same pencil skirt as the other futa in the office but with a plain white shirt. Her gigantic breasts seemed ready to make the struggling bottom buttons explode and poke someone’s eye out. Kumin wondered if anyone had ever brought up that concern with the safety committee.
“Don’t get up. What’s your name, girl?” the woman asked.
“Kumin, Ma’am.” She was glad not to have to get up. Her legs quivered uncontrollably for hours after a throat fuck, and it was logically twice as bad after two.
The boss looked at a list on her clipboard. “Kumin... Mytrott?”
“Yes, Ma’am.”
The boss leered at her from over her clipboard and the rim of her rectangular glasses. Then her face suddenly lost all of its frowny wrinkles. “Well... If you insist!” She high-fived Lola and straddled Kumin’s chair like a stripper initiating a lap dance, her engorging cock smearing a goatee of precum around Kumin’s mouth. The lady didn’t have to force herself in; she was the boss. Kumin dutifully opened her mouth and took another giant futa cock down her throat for the team.
Kumin’s chair creaked for fifteen minutes as her boss rocked it while grunting and calling her newest employee a useless little bitch that, with a name like that, was born to suck futa cocks. It might have just been the heat of the moment, but just before dumping a massive load down Kumin's throat, the boss suggested Kumin didn't need a cubicle and should simply 'work under my desk.'
That would suck, Kumin thought. At least here, she had some sunshine from a distant window and a couple of hours alone after the lunch rush. But it would take a lot more than to get her to walk away from such a generous pension plan. Few people like their job, but fewer still can look forward to retirement after only 30 years of service.