A Dream Come True (Re-release)

As last month's midmonth short was an epilogue to this older story here is the original for you to read again (or for the first time) before going on to the new epilogue. Enjoy.

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A Dream Come True

This had to be the strangest gig I’d ever worked.

First of all, who in the hell schedules a boudoir shoot for 8 am on a Saturday? As a night owl it was bad enough having to get up early for my Monday to Friday 9 to 5 office job, now I had to do it for my side gig on the weekend? Ugh! And then to make me drive across the whole city when the downtown studio would have been an equal trip for both the client and I. Not only that, I would have everything I needed already there and ready to go. It wasn’t so unusual for these more intimate sessions to be done in the client’s home but it was a pain the ass for me as I had to schlep every light, reflector, tripod, and everything else with me. Annoying! And finally, the strange instructions were like nothing I’d dealt with before. I was to use a camera without any internal memory, I was to only use the SD card provided by the client and leave it behind when I was done, and I was do any touch ups and cropping right here in the client’s home on a laptop they would be providing. Talk about paranoid! I could respect that whoever this was didn’t want to risk copies of their risque photos being kept by the photographer or, worse, posted online without their knowledge, but I was a professional for goodness sake. As if I’d risk my job just to see some random lady in lingerie. Not that I didn’t like photos of ladies in lingerie but compared to the stuff I could find on the internet with a 2 second search the type of shots I took were damn near wholesome. Besides, when I was really in the mood for a bit of porn I liked the ladies of my fap material packing a little something extra. Not that the client would know that.

A heavy bag slung over one shoulder and my tripod carried in my opposite hand I approach the door of the quaint little blue bungalow. I check the info once more on my phone to be absolutely sure I had the correct address. I wouldn’t want to wake anybody at this hour if I didn’t have to. The address was correct though the name was as fake as a three dollar bill. Jane Doe? Really? Whoever this was was going above and beyond to make sure nothing to could be traced back to her. Assuming it even was a her. The client had done everything via email and through the studio secretary. Not only had I not gotten to meet this person I didn’t even know what they looked like. As a naturally shy guy dealing with people was always my least favorite part of this job, dealing with total strangers only made it worse. But this job was just me in the field with no assistant or lighting guy or make up artist or anything else. The client insisted that only one person would get to see her, which in itself was odd as female clients generally and understandably wished for others to be there for such shoots especially when it was a male photographer. Everything about this job was just…off.

Despite it all I was here and ready to work. That big trip I’d booked to the hentai expo in Japan I was planning wasn’t going to fund itself.

With the sun too bright and the a nearby robin singing too loud I grumble one last time before putting on my game face and reaching out to ring the bell. I was still going over what I was going to say when suddenly the door swings open, the person behind it had clearly been waiting for me. And when I see the person…

“You!?”

Looking up at me in a swishy pink and white skirtwaist dress that clashed with her brazen steely glare is my office nemesis, Phoebe. When I say nemesis it wasn’t from any sort of animosity on my end, it was simply a case of oil and water. Physically we couldn’t have been more different, outside of our fair skin. At six foot four I towered over her five foot nothing frame. I was slender and willowy where as she was plump and curvaceous. With jet black shoulder length hair, gray eyes, pencil thin lips, and a pasty pale pallor that spoke to the fact my skin rarely felt the touch of sun I looked like I should be playing bass guitar in a goth band. Phoebe on the other hand with her bright red hair, worn in an adorable short and tidy pixie cut, sparkling green eyes, ruddy cherubic cheeks, full ruby lips, and freckles for days she was as colorful as a cartoon character come to life. Her pastel feminine fashion sense suited her to a tee. But it wasn’t our physical differences that made us so incompatible. I was shy, standoffish, with a sense of humor that was dry and sarcastic. My black, white, and grayscale wardrobe reflected my monochrome personality. Her, by contrast, was beam of sunshine in our office. Chipper, cheerful, and sweet as candy she brightened everybody’s day. Everybody but mine, that is. I found her fake joviality grating. And those baked goodies she was always bringing in just stunk of brown-nosing. She simply had to be fake, nobody could be THAT peppy all the damn time. Especially in the mornings! She, of course, was an early bird while I was a night owl. That explained the early shoot anyway.

“That’s right, Wesley, it’s me.” She says, her chin held high. “I’m your client for the day.”

“Pheebs? But…”

“Don’t call me that.” She cuts me off. “Pheebs is for my friends, of which YOU are most definitely not. I am your client today. Your boss. You have to do what I say.” Stepping in even closer, which only acted to exaggerate our nearly foot and a half height difference, she glowers up at me with hard, emerald eyes. “I’m not afraid of you, Wesley. I’m not afraid of men and I am not afraid of you!”

“Uhhhh, okay. I never thought you were.”

“Oh yeah?” She says. “Is that why you’re always trying to bully me and intimidate me? Hm?”

“Intimidate you!? Pheebs…sorry, Phoebe, I have no idea what you are talking about.”

“I am strong! I am tough! I am fearless! I am desirable!” She pokes her finger toward my belly, stopping just short of actually touching me. “I am woman, hear me roar!”

She had lost it! What was even going on here? Whatever it was it was way too early to be dealing with this shit.

“Nothing to say, huh?” She snorts. “Typical. The silent treatment as usual. Just because you’re tall and slim and handsome you think you’re better than me? Hm? You think you can ignore me? I’m not even worth your notice or something? You big snob.”

“Snob?” I bristle. “I’m not a…wait, did you say handsome?”

“As if you don’t know.” She says. “Well I am somebody worth noticing, Wesley. I’m special. I’m pretty! I’m more than pretty. I’m sexy! And I’m a good person too.”

I stare down at her pouting scowl for a few seconds. By the passion in her voice I could tell that this was some sort of momentous moment for her and yet she was making it extremely difficult to take her seriously. Not only was she sounding unhinged but with her big bottom lip jutting out, her button nose scrunched, and her angry brows furrowed in sassy fierceness she might just be the cutest woman I’d ever seen.

“Huh.” I say then take a step back. “I think it’s probably best that we find you another photographer.”

In a blink all of her bluster disappears. “What?”

“I’m not sure what this is all about, Phoebe, but you can leave me out of it.” I say. “I show up at your door, before 8 am on a Saturday no less, and I get insulted? Yeah, no thanks.”

“I didn’t…um…” She stammers, trying and failing to recapture her thunder. “Wh-What? Are you scared of a confident woman or something? Running away because you can’t handle a real woman?”

“Whatever.”

“But…”

“Besides, this could turn into all sorts of problems that I don’t need. We’re coworkers, Phoebe. Not only would this make work awkward as hell, I’m not even sure if this sort of fraternization is allowed.”

“We’re not fraternizing!” She insists. “It’s a job. I’m hiring you. I paid extra for you and for all the special conditions. I’m your boss today.”

“Uh huh.” I say, unconvinced. “That’s another thing. Why me? Why did you hire me out of everyone?”

“I heard you were a photographer.”

“There are lots of photographers in the city, Phoebe.”

She sighs. “I know, but…it needed to be a man.”

“There are other male photographers.”

“I know, I know.” She says. “But…if it was somebody I knew it would make it…braver.” Taking a deep breath and slowly letting it out she whispers, more to herself than to me. “I’m not a coward. I’m not. I am brave.”

“Aren’t you afraid I’ll say something at work?”

“I…I don’t care. I want you too. I’m not going to be afraid anymore. I’m not a coward.” She bows her head. “I’m not a coward.”

I tilt my head. “Who said you were a coward, Phoebe?”

“My mom, my sister, my best friend, the gals at the office…everybody.” She says, her tone suddenly soft and meek. “Maybe in not so many words but…I know they’re saying it. Little Pheebs, the cowardly girl whose afraid of men.”

“Ha!”

“Don’t laugh at me!” She stamps her foot, fists balled up at her sides.

“Sorry.” I say. “But from what I’ve seen at work you’ve got no problems with guys. Everybody loves you there.”

“It’s easy at work.” She says sheepishly. “Not so much…when I’m alone with them.” With a huff and a shake of her head she suddenly recaptures her gusto. “But that stops today. I am a sexy, beautiful woman and I have nothing to be ashamed of.”

I’d seen this before once or twice. Not the fear of men thing but the using a boudoir shoot to gain body confidence, celebrate one’s femininity, and embrace the sexual and sensual part of oneself was not uncommon. With her naturally bubbly personality at work I never would have guessed that Phoebe would the type of girl who would need that sort of encouragement. Especially given the fact she was undeniably hot. With a cute face, sweet voice, and a petite yet voluptuous figure there weren’t many guys who wouldn’t spare a glance as she walked by.

“Listen.” I say with as much sympathy as my flat tone could muster. “Call the studio and they can get someone else out here, no problem at all. Maybe even as soon as next weekend.”

“Next weekend?” She says. “No. No, it has to be now. I…I don’t know if I can…” Stepping forward she takes my free hand in both of hers and holds it tight. “Please don’t go, Wesley. I’m sorry I insulted you. You’re not a snob. Just…would it hurt you to talk or laugh or even smile once in a while? I always feel like your angry at me.”

“I’m not angry. I’m not a snob.” I say. “I’m just quiet. Always have been.”

“Oh. Well…you never told me that before.” She says. “Quiet can be very intimidating sometimes.”

“Listen…”

“Wait!” She pulls my hand in to clutch to her chest, squarely between her big tits. “Please don’t go, Wesley. I NEED to do this today. I can’t wait another day or even another hour. I know I’ll chicken out. I just know it. I built myself up for weeks for this day. If it doesn’t happen now…it might never.” Squeezing my hand even tighter she pleads with both voice and eyes. “I want it now and I want it with you. If I can be brave with a man like you…I can be brave with anyone.”

The way she gazed up at me, so open and vulnerable, I was powerless to refuse. “Alright. Fine.”

Her cherub face lights up. “Oh thank you!” She gives me a big hug! “Thank you, Wesley!”

“Erm, ahem! Yeah, no sweat.” I say as a blush rushes to my pallid cheeks. “It’s just a job.”

“It is not just a job to me.” She says, taking my arm and leading me into her house. “It is the first day of the rest of my life!”

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As I stand waiting I look around my coworker’s bedroom still not believing that I was here. This is not a location I ever dreamed I might end up in. The room was not at all what I expected. In clothes and makeup Phoebe had always used a palate dominated by soft pastels, pink especially, yet here in her most private sanctum the decor was all dark woods and deep, rich primary colors, with red as the most prevalent. I had to confess that her room was pure class. Even nicer for something like this than what we had back at the studio.

Everything was set up for the shoot. The bed was made and everything that would find its way into the background in its place. Lights, reflectors, diffusers, and tripod were all right where I wanted them with blackout curtains over the window so that I had complete control of the light levels and angles. On the dresser I had a couple different lenses and a few other odds and ends I might need and inside my camera was the SD card that I’d been provided for the shoot. A card that would never leave this house. Now that I knew who the client was some of these special instructions were starting to make more sense. Phoebe was using me to boost her confidence yet, having a connection with me, she wanted to make sure that I couldn’t spread the pictures around to our office mates. I guess I could understand that.

Walking out from the attached washroom comes a very nervous yet very excited Phoebe in a luxurious red silk robe which hugged her thick curves beautifully. She was a woman transformed! Her short coppery red pixie hair which she usually wore a bit tousled had been combed smooth, every hair perfectly in its place. She had changed her make up too. Gone were the bubblegum pinks and subtle powder blues and in their place more prominent dusky shades of crimson and steel. Her nails, on both fingers and toes, shone with the same red tone as her robe.

“Wow.” I say. “You look great!” It was a canned line, one that I always used to break the ice and boost my client’s confidence, but this time I meant it.

Her jittery smile widens as she unconsciously smooths the front of her robe. “You think so?”

“Yes!” I say, perhaps too enthusiastically. “Ahem, yeah. Very sensual.” She giggles and squirms and a fetching blush rises on her freckled cheeks. In an instant the camera is up and I start snapping shots, trying to capture that genuine moment of bashfulness.

“Oh!” She gasps. “We’re starting?”

“We’re starting.” I say, waving her closer to the bed. “I thought we’d start in the robe. I’ll get some shots of you in it then some poses in process of taking it off.”

“He he he!”

Her anxious titter forces a grin to my lips. She was just TOO DAMN CUTE! It was starting to dawn on me that Phoebe’s sweetheart act at the office might not be an act.

“From there I’ll have you remove the robe and I’ll have you model in the lingerie. Where we go from there is up to you.”

“Where we go from there?”

“We can stop at the lingerie, perhaps tease a bit more, do some tasteful topless shots and even go full artistic nudes if you wish. It’s entirely based on your comfort level. You’ve got me for three hours, what we do is up to you.”

“Nude!” She peeps, her blush continuing to darken. “I want the artistic nudes. Totally nude. That’s what I want. I’m not afraid.”

“Okay.” I say. “You’re the boss.”

“Yes I am!” She says boldly with her chest puffed out…before she shrinks back down again. “Um…I, um…I should probably tell you something…before we…um…”

“Hm?”

“You’re an open-minded man, aren’t you?”

“I’m not sure I follow.”

“Um, nothing.” Her face flinches. “Um, just don’t…laugh or…point or…um…anything. Okay?”

“I assure you, Phoebe, I am a professional.” I assuage her worries with another scripted line. “I’ve done this all before. Just relax and have fun.”

“Fun.” She smiles. “Okay. Okay! I am in your capable hands.”

Over the next twenty minutes I get dozens of shots of Phoebe in her long, sleek robe. We start with her standing, then sitting on the side of the bed, then we begin to get creative. I have her give me her bedroom eyes, and what sexy eyes they were! From there I get her from the side, from behind, her peeking over her shoulder, the robe slipped off of one shoulder, both shoulders, standing shots of her showing a bit of skin from her fair shapely legs and then a bit more skin. Back on the bed have her crawl like a tiger, lay on her side in a beckoning pose, and lastly have her lay on her back with her head over the side to reveal an enticing amount of cleavage. With the constant encouragement of ‘Yes.’, ‘Perfect.’, ‘So sexy.’ and all the usual lines between shots I find her a very easy model to work with.

“Alright.” I say. “You can rest a moment. I’m switching back to the first lens again.”

She turns and sits at the side of the bed, her hands folded over her lap. “This is fun.”

“Good.” I say as I click in my main lens.

“You’re having fun too, aren’t you?”

“Sure, Phoebe.” I say. “I love my work.”

“You’re very good.” She says softly. “Um, Wesley?”

“Yeah?”

“I have to take my robe off soon?”

“That’s the idea.” I say. “But the shots we’ve got are already amazing. I think you will be very happy with them. We can stop anytime you want.”

“Mm.” She shakes her head. “I want to keep going.”

“Alright. Just tell me when you’re ready.”

“I’m ready.” She swallows hard. “I just hope that you are.”

With that she unties the belt of her robe then, after a moment’s hesitation, she pulls the robe away from her body to reveal the sexy, lacy black bra and panties beneath along with most of her pale womanly flesh in a single swift go. DAMN! I’d seen some women in my time but Phoebe’s buxom figure put them all to shame. Curvy, smooth, wide in the hips, with big perfectly shaped breasts barely contained by the frilly bra and soft in ALL the right places a single glance was enough to get things stirring down below.

“Okay.” I say, summoning all of my professionalism. “That was a bit fast. Why don’t we…we…why don’t we…we…”

My words repeated as my brain glitches from what my eyes were feeding it. From head to toe Phoebe was the very pinnacle of classic soft, feminine beauty…except in one small spot. No, not small. Not small at all! All of my training and experience goes out the window as I gawk at the slumping tubular bulge that stretched the crotch of Phoebe’s black lace panties. What the fuck!? As I stare she timidly spreads her fine thighs by a few inches to let me see more. And there was a lot more to see! Below the cylindrical shape was another round bulge the size of a grapefruit! As the shadow of her leg pulled away the light shines through the skimpy lace to reveal the color of natural skin along with the distinctive shape and ruddy color of a large acorn shaped knob at the end of her…cock! PHOEBE HAD A COCK!?

I cannot help but stare wide-eyed and slack-jawed at the marvel of nature before me. A marvel not simply because something like THAT wasn’t usually attached to someone like her, but also just by the sheer size of the package. In balls, shaft and knob hers dwarfed any dick I’d seen in any locker room or hot spring. I couldn’t make sense of what I was seeing. I strain to look for straps or the edges of a false appendage but see none, and in those skimpy panties there was very little place to hide. And when I see it twitch I just knew that it was real. It didn’t make sense! I’d seen some super sexy trans hotties and ladyboys online but none of them looked like her. Phoebe was CLEARLY an all natural female…and yet there it was. The image was both extraordinary yet deeply familiar. It was an image that I’d seen hundreds, maybe thousands, of art versions, cartoon versions and comic versions before, but never once had I seen it in the flesh. My sweet little coworker Phoebe was a Futanari!!!

“Wh-Wh-What!?”

“Please don’t laugh.” Phoebe begs. “Yes, I have a penis.”

“Bu-Bu-But…”

“I was born this way, Wesley.” She says. “I know I’m different. But…”

“Oh my God!” I gasp. “You are…BEAUTIFUL!”

“Wesley, I just…what!?” She sits up taller in surprise. “Did you say I was beautiful?”

“Yes! Oh my God, yes!” I say in a hushed tone, eyes remaining glued to her prodigious bulge. “I…didn’t think you existed?”

“You didn’t think I existed? What?”

“You. Women like you.” I point despite promising that I wouldn’t. “Futanari are real!?”

“Futanari?” She looks down at herself then back to me. “You know what futanari are?”

“Know? Know!? Oh, Phoebe. You have no idea.”

“I thought it was kind of a niche… Are you getting hard!?” It was her turn to point. “You are! You’re hard!”

“Sorry.” I cover my woody with my camera. “Sorry…I just…um…”

“Wesley.” She smiles the most becoming smile. “Do you like women like me?”

“Are you kidding me? I’m obsessed with futas!” I fall to my knees with my arms to my sides, my camera only stopped from hitting the floor by the neck strap. Photo shoot? What photo shoot? “I’ve been searching for a woman like you my whole life, Phoebe!”

“Oh!” She looks at me in surprise. This was definitely not the reaction she’d expected. “So…I’m just like a fetish to you?

“Yes. NO!” I exclaim. “No, you’re not just a fetish. You’re so much more than that.” Me licking my lips gives away the game. “I’m totally into you, Phoebe. Always have been.”

She gives me a look then bursts out with a laugh. “You are such a liar!”

“Okay!” I say. “I wasn’t but…I am now. Ohhhh, Phoebe.” I crawl closer, attracted by the huge female phallus just feet away. How I wanted a taste. “Phoebe. I swear you will never find a more loyal man than me. Loyal, dedicated, I’d come home and worship your body every night!”

“Oh my!” She titters and grabs her bulge to squeeze it. “This is having a quite an effect on you. Do all guys secretly crave the cock?”

“I don’t know about all guys.” I say. “But I do. I crave that big futa cock.”

“Are you serious right now?”

“I’ve never been more serious in my life. I need a big futa…”

“Mmm, I don’t like that word.”

Without missing a beat I continue. “…female cock like nothing else.” I swallow, my voice a dry whisper. “Let me suck it, Phoebe. Let me suck it and I promise I’ll make you feel good.”

“My goodness!” She laughs. “I can’t believe this. You’re alway so prickly and cold at work. Now here you are on your knees.” I shake my head. Damn it, she’s right. What am I doing? I go to push away until she grabs my shoulder. “I didn’t say to stop, Wesley.” Her smile grows, her confidence growing by the second. “I happen to like you on your knees.”

“Oh!”

“Mmmm.” She runs a finger along my jaw. “Soooo…what would you do for a little, he he he, sucky-sucky?”

“Anything.” I say. “You name it. I’ll do anything.”

“Anything?”

“Anything!”

“Ooo, I like the sounds of that.” Her playful fingers swirls around one cheek before swishing across my chin on its way to the other as wicked thoughts stir behind those sparkling emerald eyes. “Let me think…he he he.”

On my hands and knees I gaze up at her with pleading eyes. I had an actual, in the flesh futanari in front of me. I knew they were real now but I had no idea how common. Whether rare or not I knew that if I let this moment pass me up I would never forgive myself. God, what WOULDN’T I do for just one night with her?

Her finger finds its way to my hair where it continues to twist and twirl. “I want you to be nice to me from now on.”

“Nice! I can do that.”

“I want you to come say hi and smile when you see me.”

“Smile, no problem.”

“Mmm, this power is a bit intoxicating. You really are doing wonders for my confidence, Wesley.”

“You are a goddess!”

“Oooo! I like that! Yes, I like that a lot.” Retracting her finger she pulls down the waistband of her panties to allow her beefy schlong to spill out into the open air.

“OH!” My eyes widen in awe. She was HUGE! Not even hard yet her mighty trunk already made mine seem like a scrawny twig. So thick. So long. With balls as fat as plums and fiery red pubes trimmed short and neat, she was perfect!

Grabbing her base she waves her soft cock back and forth like a dog treat in front of a canine being trained. “Is this what you want, Wesley?”

“Yes!” I say. “Yes it is.”

“You keep saying things I like and I’ll give you that taste you want.” She teases. “What else? Mmm. Monday at work I want you to ask me out on a date.”

“A date?”

“Mm hm.” She nods. “I want it really romantic too. Flowers, chocolates, a big scene in front of everyone.”

“But…”

“Uh oh.” She tucks herself away.

“WAIT!” I gasp. “Yes. Flowers, romantic, big scene, I got it. No problem.”

She smiles and pulls it out again. “Here I thought the dating scene was going to be difficult.”

“What else? Name it.”

“Well…” She pats her fat knob against the supple skin of her inner thigh. “…I really want to go on that date with you. And I want you to treat me like your princess. I want to go to a nice restaurant, go dancing, and…I don’t know, surprise me. I want you to sweep me off of my feet.”

“I will. I promise.”

She swoons. “Ohhh, to have the hottest guy in the office ask me out. The other gals are gonna be soooo jealous.”

“You…think I’m hot?”

“YES!” She says in exasperation. “Are you blind? Are you deaf? You never noticed how I always said good morning? How I offered you first choice of treats?” She sighs. “Never mind.”

“Um…”

“But I’ve got this now.” She strokes her long schlong. “Now you have to pretend to like me.”

“Phoebe…I never said that I didn’t like you.”

“Don’t lie.” She says. “I know you hate me.”

“I don’t hate you!”

“Not anymore, you don’t.” Her face goes serious. Grabbing my hair she pulls me closer and starts clubbing my face with her big fleshy cudgel. “You have to be nice to me for one whole month. In fact…after our date…you have to say that you’re my boyfriend. I want you to open doors for me and bring me little presents and stop by my cubicle and walk me to my car after work. You gotta treat me real good, Wesley. Like you actually care. And…and…you…have to tell everyone that you love me. You have to say that you are crazy about me. You give me one month to be your girl. You do that, Wesley, and I’ll make your fantasy come true right now.”

I am torn in two as one part of me wanted to talk this out with Phoebe. I couldn’t believe that she thought I hated her. Or that she’d been harboring an attraction to me that I had been utterly oblivious to. There were things we needed to discuss. And yet the way she held my hair, the way her hot curvy body loomed over me, and the way her heavy hardening hog slapped across my face had my lust at a boiling point. It smelled so good! It was my head and heart versus my dick. And until I released some pressure there was only ever going to be one winner in that battle.

“I’ll do it.” I huff through outstretched lips. “I’ll do…mMMF!” My words are muffled by the meat being stuffed into my mouth! “Mmmmmm!” Before my conscious mind could even register what had happened my mouth was already sucking. “Mmmmm.”

“Ohhhhh.” I moans as her other hand takes a fistful of hair as well. “Ohhhh, wowwww!”

“Mmm!” God! This was it! It was really happening! I was going down on a woman’s big dick and it was SO MUCH BETTER than in my wildest fantasies. My jaw strained to accommodate her stiffening member. Warm and smooth with such supple skin her penis filled my maw beyond even what my 9 inch dildo at home, which I named ‘Betty’, could. As nice as the humbling size felt though it was how it swelled to my eager sucks and slurps. This was a real, living cock belonging to a gorgeous woman. I had found heaven on Earth. “Mmmmmm!”

“Ohhhh.” Her eyes roll with pleasure. “Oh, Wesley. You suck dick soooo good!”

“Hrrmmm!” With a final flex her rod surges to it’s full glory. She wasn’t huge, she was fucking massive! Over twice as long as my five incher she even made Betty seem petite by comparison! Sweet little Pheebs was packing a member over a foot long, easily, and as thick as my damn wrist. How the fuck I kept her in my mouth I do not know. All I knew is that I would rather die than let this monster escape my lips. “HMMMM!”

“Ohhhh wow, WOW!” She groans and pulls me in to push her penis right to the back of my throat. “None of my girlfriends have been able to take me! OHHH GOD you feel good!” She forces another two inches down my gullet.

“GRLCH!” I grip her thighs and rise up higher to try to get a better angle to deep throat her. Thank Christ for my years of practice with Betty! “GLLMMM!”

“Ohhhh, Wesley!” Steadily she continues to jam her rock hard cock ever deeper. Eight inches…nine…ten! And there was still more to go! “Take off your shirt.” She claws at my shoulders. “I want to see your hot body.”

With her letting go of my hair I had the freedom to begin bobbing up and down her long, thick shaft, her knob stretching my throat on each deep stroke. With my right hand I start fondling her massive nuts while unbuttoning the buttons on my shirt with the left. In an impressive display of multitasking I peel out of my shirt while never once messing up my rhythm.

“Yessss.” Soft hands caress my shoulders. “Yessss, Wesley. Be my mouth slut. Ohhhhh, God…I just knew men would be better.”

Nostrils flaring and slobber running from my lips down her towering rod I bob faster and faster, craving more even as she filled me with all I could handle. “RRRMMM!”

“Yes…yes…yes!” Reaching behind her she frees her big, plump titties as the heave up and down with her quickening breaths. “Oh Wesley…ohhhhh, yes. Suck my dick.” She gropes at her breasts, squeezing the squishy flesh hard. “Suck my dick my sexy boy toy. Take my big fucking cock like a good slut!”

Fuck! Her words only drove my wild passion to new heights. With mad lust I froth and snarl and suck her big beautiful member like only a man like me could. Slipping off the tip she slaps the wet cock against my face as I lick and lap and slather it with wild abandon. “I love it! Ohhhh, Phoebe! Oh my God, I…”

“Now you want to talk, Mr. Strong Silent type?” She grabs her shaft, grabs my hair, and feeds her monster right back through my lips again. “You had your chance to talk. Now, you SUCK!” Grabbing the back of my head she holds tight as she starts to thrust.

“MMMMM!” I give over total control and concentrate on giving head as best I could. Considering most of her was down my throat though there wasn’t much I could do but take it like a whore. “MRRMMM!”

Face fucking me deep and fast she huffs. “Yes! YES! YESSS!” She plunges deep and holds me there. “GNNNNNGHHH!!!”

“MRRMMM!!!” My eyes bulge as I feel a powerful throb pulse in her shaft and a moment later I feel a blast of hot jizz shoot down my throat. Betty couldn’t do that! Whether to swallow or spit was no option for me as Phoebe was pumping her load straight into my belly. Holding very still her I relish the sensation of the throb, throb, throb in my mouth and throat as she filled me with what felt like a gallon of her sticky seed. “Mrrrmmmm!”

“Ohhhhh!” Her pretty face a mask of bliss she gazes down on me as I gulp down every last drop of cum. “Ohhhhh, Wesleyyyy.”

I peer up at her as I slowwwwly suck up her seemingly endless length to draw the very dregs from her balls. Only as I reach the huge knob do I actually taste her salty jizm. “Mmmm.” I let her cock fall from my lips. It hits her belly with a meaty thud. Then I swirl my tongue to savor her flavor and make a show of one final, hard swallow. “That…was…amazing!” I say through gasping breaths.

In a sort stunned state she stares at me for a few seconds…then grabs me by the shoulders. “I want you!” She pulls me up then just as quickly spins me around and pushes me down onto her bed. Like a junkie scrambling to find their fix her hands are all over me. Groping me, grabbing me, pulling my camera away and fumbling with my belt. “I want you so fucking bad!”

“I want you too!”

“I need you, Wesley!” With impatient tugs she finally frees the buckle of my belt and starts on my fly.

“Yes! Yes!” I fill my hand with one of her full, round tits and squeeze it. So soft! “YES!”

With a passion unfaded despite having just nutted Phoebe yanks my pants and underwear down in a single frenzied pull. Her eyes grow as she sees my stiffy spring up to slap my body.

She pauses. “Pfft!” Slapping both hands over her mouth she stifles a laugh! “Hmf!”

“Hey!” I go to cover up but she quickly pushes my hands away.

“Sorry.” She says in a honey sweet tone. “He he he. I’m sorry. I’m not used to…um…men’s…erm…pee-pee.”

“It’s not a pee-pee.” I grumble. “It’s a cock.”

“Oh yes.” She says as she kneels down between my legs. Her small hand, so silky soft and gentle, takes a grip of my manhood to begin to lightly stroke it. “He is such a cute little cock.”

“Come on, now. Ngnngh!” I groan as she starts rubbing my tip in a circular motion with her thumb while holding my shaft like a joystick. “Fuck!”

She giggles as she watches me squirm for a few seconds. Getting down low she drags her breasts over my belly and across my hard pecker. Holding it daintily in one hand she nuzzles my dick then gives it a wee smooch. “It’s not an insult, Wesley. I happen to like cute things.” Closing her eyes she presses a long, warm, adoring kiss to my member, her supple lips lingering for a long time before she gives me three more down my shaft and onto my balls. “Wonderful things come in small packages. At my height, I should know.”

I wasn’t sure what to make of this. I wasn’t wild about being called small, even if I was puny compared to her and kinda small in general, but the gentle way she said it and touched me made it not feel so insulting.

“I like it, Wesley. In fact…I love your little cock. I think it’s the cutest, most precious thing I’ve ever seen.” She giggles again as it twitches in her hand. “I think he likes me too.”

“I know he does.” I whisper.

Staring up at me, her gaze delving deep into mine, she very slowly gets closer and closer while opening her full, crimson lips. In a single go she takes my entire length and wraps her lips tightly around my base.

“Ohhh.” I sigh as her hot, wet mouth engulfs my manhood.

“Mmmmmm.” She hums with bliss equal to my own when I was giving her head. Unlike me she doesn’t struggle a bit with my dimensions, not length and certainly not girth. Her green eyes aglow, lips pursed tight around my base pushed tight into my pubes, she sucks hard and pulls up toward the tip.

“Nnngh!”

Pop! My dick pops from her lips earlier than expected based on her surprised look and amused titter. “Get back here you! NOM!” In a gulp she swallows me whole once more.

“Hrrmmm.” I rest my hands on her head, enjoying the feeling of her short silky hair as it ran through my fingers.

“Mm. Mmm. Mm. Hmmm.” Up and down she bobs as she sucks my dick with glee. As she did her eyes panned over my long, lean body with transparent desire. I always thought myself too skinny but it seemed Phoebe liked that. Her hands glide up to feel my abs then claw back down again. Her eyes flare as her tickling scratches forces my stomach to flex. “Mmmmm!” She sucks hard.

“Ohh fuck, Phoebe!”

Letting go of my member simply by opening her mouth wide she catches it before it hits skin and strokes. “I want you, Wesley!”

“I want you too!” I repeat.

“Please tell me you do anal.” She says, almost desperately. “Receiving it I mean.”

“Yep!” I peep right back in a cracking voice, my mouth answering before my brain even had a chance to run the numbers. Dear Lord! She wanted to fuck me!? Betty trained my throat okay I just pray that she’d prepared me for this!

“Thank God!” She kisses my nuts again. “You are a boy toy! He he he! Don’t worry. I’ll be gentle.” Walking on her knees she hurries over to her night stand. From the drawer she pulls a tube of lube and…a matte black curved and bulbous toy.

“What’s that?” I gasp, though I already knew the answer. I’d been looking at just that model myself for awhile now. It was a prostate vibrator.

“You’ll like it.” She winks as she settles back between my legs. “Trust me. Nom!” With another big munch she envelopes my five inches. Holding still this time she gently but firmly suckles while just out of sight her hands are busy. After a time she slips off of me just long enough to say. “Bring your legs up and spread’em wide.”

“Spread’em…?”

“Come on.” She pats my bottom. I don’t waste a second. Bringing my knees up and spreading them as wide as they could comfortably go I put myself in a most vulnerable position. She grins and goes down on me once more.

“OH!” I flinch as feel cold lubricant touch my back door. “Ohhhhh!”

“Hrm, hm, hm!” She laughs with her mouth full. She works the slick lube against my hole in a slow, gentle circle before adding some more.

Laying my head back I stare up at the ceiling in disbelief. Was this really happening? I get my answer a moment later. “HNNNGHHH!” In a single yet agonizingly slow thrust she pushes the toy up my ass right to the base! By its curved design it finds its way unerringly to my P-spot. While slender at the anus the teardrop shape on the inside was as thick as a golf ball. “FUUUUCK!”

“Ooo!” She exclaims. “That was easy. You’ve done this before, I see.” She gives the base a push and suddenly…brrrrrrnnnnnggggg…the vibrating toy filling my ass lights me up like a Christmas tree!

“Nnnnngh!” Paralyzed by pleasure all I can do is lay there and moan. “Ohhhhh…FUCK!”

“Told you you’d like it.” She grins. “Ooo! You’re gettin leaky. He he he! Ohhhh Wesley! You are so fun!”

“Uh…huh…ohhhhhhhhhh!” I might have said more if that powerful buzz hadn’t stolen my powers of speech. “Hnnnghhhhh!”

For the next few minutes the vibrations against my prostate has me quivering all while Phoebe smooches and sucks and nuzzles and licks my balls and dick, her hands feeling up my body in every place they could reach.

Before long though she pulls away. “I can’t wait anymore.”

“EEEP!” I bleat as the anal toy is removed before she’d even turned of the vibes. “OH GOD!”

Switching off the toy she tosses it onto the bed beside me. With lust in her eyes she stands up to reveal her titanic cock already slathered with lube. Seeing it hovering over me now it looked bigger than ever! Stroking her shiny schlong with both her small hands, her fingers and thumbs barely reaching each other, she croons. “Are you sure this is what you want, Wesley? I’m gonna ruin that ass for anyone else.”

Want it? Want it!? I was born for this moment! If this was how I went, so be it. What a way to go!

“Fuck me, Phoebe.” I hiss and pull my legs wider. “Fuck me!”

“Oh Wesley!” She hurries to press her fist thick knob against my slippery anus.

Focusing on my butt and my breathing I relax in that way I did when I was about to take Betty and as normal I soon open up to the pressure. “Nnnngh.” I groan as I feel the first inches enter. “Ohhh fuck.” I gasp as the dick pushing into me opens me wider…and wider…and WIDER! “FFFFFFFUUUUUCCCKKKK!!!” The next thing I knew my ass was being stretched WAY beyond where I’d ever taken before. Before I could grapple with raw hole rending girth I was feeling the first of many loooong inches push up my ass and into my guts! She felt like a fucking telephone pole! In mind-shattering exquisitely blissful agony I hear myself cry out. “Don’t stop! Don’t stop! OHHHHHH GOD!”

“Ohhhhh, Wesley. You’re so tight. Ohhhhh, you feel…incredible!” My asshole stretched to its very physical limit my body quakes as inch after inch after hole stuffing inch glides its way inside of me. “Oh my goodness. I can see my cock!” She rubs my belly, her hand tracing the subtle yet unmistakable bulging distension of her monster pushing from the inside of my lean tummy. “Almost there, baby, almost there…OHHHHHH!” Her thrust comes to an end as her skin touches my buttocks. I’d taken it all! Over a foot of fat female cock!

Still overwhelmed and nowhere close to being accustomed to either depth or girth I am hit with a white hot flash of pleasure centered at my crushed prostate. A second later I am grunting and heaving and squirting my nut all over my stomach. “HNGGH! HNNNGH! HNNNGH!”

“OHHHH, GOD!” She gasps. “Your insides are milking me!”

Out of my wits I flop and wail as I am rocked to the core by my first purely anal orgasm. The orgasmic ecstasy seems to last forever, it seems to last but an instant, and when the fog clears I return to myself to see Phoebe looking down at me with a really pretty smile. “Ohhhhhhhh.” I whimper.

“Are you done?” She titters and takes my dribbling dick between finger and thumb to smear it back and forth through my gooey jizz. “Wow. For a little guy he makes a BIG mess. He he he!”

“Ohhhhhhh.”

“You are so cute, Wesley.” She lets go of my penis to hook her hands around my upper thighs. “It’s too bad you only like me for my dick.”

“GNNNGH!” I growl as she pulls back six inches and RAMS back inside of me. A little spurt of cum burbles from my softening member. “I…don’t…only…GNNNGHHH!!!” She hits me again with another deep thrust.

“But I’ve got you for a month. HMF!”

“GOD!”

“One wonderful month I get to pretend that you’re all mine. HRM!”

“OHHHHH!”

“This could have been all yours, Wesley. I coulda been your baby girl. You coulda been my man. Forever. HAH!” She rams into me with her hardest thrust yet!

“OOOOOHHHH!!!” Each bowel filling buck was feeling better than the last.

From there on there’s no more talking. With me stretched out and warmed up Phoebe was starting to build up a proper pounding rhythm.

Pap! Pap! Pap! Pap!

Phoebe pounds her massive lady cock into me again and again and again, her big balls slapping my ass on each impact while my soft dick and balls flop and down to the beat.

Pap! Pap! Pap! Pap!

In her bedroom my friendly little coworker fucks me into oblivion and beyond. With a cock that even those cartoon futas would have been jealous of Phoebe fucks me and fucks me and fucks me some more. Crying, yowling, wailing and writhing I can only lay there and take, a slave to the anal pleasures she was giving me. In one of my few lucid moments it dawns on me that Phoebe wasn’t wrong. She was in the process of ruining me for anybody else but her. Not just my ass, but my very soul.

Pap! Pap! Pap! Pap!

As I lay there taking her dicking like the futa loving man that I was I watch her sweaty, voluptuous body bounce and jiggle to every hard thrust. I see the lust on her beautiful face and the longing desire in her lovely eyes. Where would I ever find this again? What other woman would ever want me like she did? What other woman could ever compare to her?

Pap! Pap! Pap! PAP!

“HOHHHHH!” In a high, lilting trill she sings her orgasm as she pumps another copious load deep inside of me.

Feeling chewed up and used up I watch her in awe as she shines with feminine grace. I might have felt used up, but I had some work yet to do!

“I’m not done with you yet, sexy.” She says softly as she pets her gentle hands up and down my sweaty torso. “Again?”

“Hnnngh!” I whimper and nod.

“Ha ha! You’re the best!”

Turning me to my side she starts fucking me all over again! We hadn’t even rested!

“Nnnngh! Hnnngh! Ohhhh, fuuuuck!” I cry as she ravages my butthole.

“Ohhh, I love when you moan for me. Yes! Yes! Take it you BEAST!”

“OOHHHHHH!!!”

She fucks me for God only knows how long before grabbing my hair and turning me to lay face down. Still holding my hair she lays on top of me and slows her savage pounding into something more…intimate. The thrusts become long and smooth and gentle, though every bit as deep. Her soft, warm flesh felt so fucking good on top of me.

Kissing my shoulder blade I hear her whisper. “You’re so beautiful.” She kisses and kisses again at my spine. “You’re ass is perfect. Perfect. Perrrrfect.”

“Mmmmmm.” I let out a low moan. “You are perfect.”

“Mmm.” She sighs. “I wish you really meant that.” She raises her hips ten inches or more then DRIVES back down into me!

“OHHHHH!!!”

PAP! PAP! PAP! PAP!

With gravity now behind her she pounds my ass harder than ever before!

“Is this what you want, Wesley? Hm!? Is this all you care about? Well here it is, Wesley!”

PAP! PAP! PAP! PAP!

With a fury of a woman scorned Phoebe unleashes all she had. She fucks me out of my god damned mind. I bust another load onto her bedding as she hammers into me and a few minutes later I bust again. With my ass under an all out blitz I simply couldn’t stop cumming!

“Yeah!” She huffs as her thrusts start to falter. “Take it! Take that big cock! You sexy bitch! TAKE IT!”

“HNNNGHHHHH!!!”

“FUCK!” She pounds into me with one final thrust, harder and grinding deeper than ever before, and floods my insides white. “OHHHHHHH!!!”

“AAAAOOOOHHHHHH!!!”

***

A couple of minutes later I return my senses to find myself laying in the center of Phoebe’s bed, my ass gaping and both my belly and guts full of her hot seed. “Hm?” I look around, wondering where she had gotten to. I find her sitting on the edge of the bed with her shoulders slumped and her head in her hands. “Phoebe?”

“I’m sorry.” She whispers. “I’m…I’m sorry, Wesley.”

“Phoebe.” I roll over to her. Sitting up I press in behind her and wrap my arms around her. “What’s wrong?”

“Those…things I said to you.” She says, her voice quivering. “I’m a terrible person. No wonder you hate me.”

“Phoebe, I don’t hate you!” I nuzzle into her hair and hold her close. “I don’t know where you got that idea.”

“You’re just saying that because of my dick!”

“No!” I say. “I mean, I confess, it certainly changes things. You’re literally the hottest woman I’ve ever met.”

“You really think so?”

“You need more proof? There’s not even a close second.” I say. “But at no point did I ever hate you. Never. I’m prickly. I’m shy. I have trouble expressing my feelings sometimes. But…you’re like the best thing about that office. How could anybody hate you?”

“Okay.” She sniffles. “Um. You don’t have to do those things I said. You don’t have to ask me out or anything. I shouldn’t have said those things. I took advantage of you.”

“I’m not complaining.” I sit back and turn her to look at me. “So what if I want to ask you out?”

With guilty eyes she peers up at me, afraid to embrace the hope that I was giving her. “You’re not just saying that? Are you?”

“Honestly?” I smile, the first real deep-down grin I’d had in a very long time. “I kinda liked the sound of being your man. That sounded kinda nice.”

“Really?”

“Yes. Really.” I chuckle. Taking her hand I bring it to my chest. “If you’ll give me the chance, I’d love to start again.”

“Not just cause of my big donger?”

“Ha!” I laugh. “Not just because of your big donger.”

She lets out a cautious giggle. “You were kinda fun.”

“Kinda?”

“Okay! A lot of fun.” She nuzzles closer and rubs my chest. “I guess men aren’t so scary after all.”

“Some of us aren’t so bad.” I kiss her head. “Now, if you’ll excuse me…I have to roll over and die.” I flop back down on the bed as the wonderful ache of my ruined ass and empty balls hits me full force. “Ohhhhhhh!”

“Wesley!” Phoebe giggles and hurries to snuggle up to my side.

“Ohhh.” I groan. “You done went and fucked me right out. Where did you learn to fuck like that!”

“All natural, baby.” Gently she fondles my ‘cute’ penis as she melts into my side as contented as I was, until something dawns on her. “Hey!” She gives me a shake. “I hired you for three hours, mister. You still owe me forty five minutes.”

“Forty-five minutes!” I whine. “Ohhhh nooooo!”

She titters and roots her face into my chest, her arms holding me in a tight embrace as her soft boobs and flaccid cock press into my flank. “Alright, ya big softie. I guess we can just cuddle.” She kisses my side and looks up with a radiant smile. “This time.”

I had just experienced my ultimate sexual fantasy with my ultimate dream woman and yet, as crazy as it sounds, I think I liked the cuddles best of all.

The End

Epilogue