Taking a break (Futa Mast, mild ws

Well, I thought I create for once a short story that is more suited for this site. It could be the first part of a series and maybe it ends here. We'll see :16:

Taking a break

Mel was fidgeting on her chair. It was 2 PM and she probably had to stay in the office for at least another three hours. Three hours before she could leave and to home to do something about that tension that bothered her since lunch break. She worked in a bank's back office, doing mostly administrative work and sometimes she got even work she liked. It wasn't her favorite job, but it payed her bills and not having a real degree, she was happy she managed to get this decent payed job. She even got used to the dress code the bank asked its employees to wear. The knee long skirt and blouse with a matching jacket even looked good on her she thought, emphasizing her firm ass and the jacket bulging enough over her D cup breasts in a way that made many men looked at her. Looks that told her, they imagined having these globes in their hands, fondling and squeezing them. And when they walked behind her, she knew many of them imagined how she would look like bent over with her round ass framing the cock that moved in an out of her cunt, glistening with her juices.

The only problem was, most men freaked out when they found out she had a cock that rivaled theirs in size and girth. She sighed and tried to concentrate on her work. This had to wait until she was home and could take care of the burning need that distracted her from work. She didn't know what caused it, but soon after she came back from the break, she felt the tingle down there and her thoughts got more and more distracted by the swelling thing that begged for attention. She sighed again. It had been a while since she had sex, real sex with a human being and not a toy. It was not that she would have been shy, she loved sex, loved it in any way. She loved to be at the receiving end of a cock. It didn't matter whether it was stuffed in her pussy, her ass or she was giving head, but she also loved to be with a girl, feeling the tight wetness of her walls hugging a cock.

She felt how the memory of the last time she fucked a girl made her cock stir and swell in the bandage she used to tie it down her leg and keep it from making a tent in her skirt should she get aroused. It had been a hooker she fucked in her room. The girl first thought she was a lesbian, wanting an adventure. Mel smiled. It was always fun when they found out about her not so little extra. It was about 8 inches long when it dangled softly between her legs and by the time the hooker saw it, it had grown to all its 11 inch glory. And now it was pressing against the way too tight confines, the memories of the hookers face when she felt her her semen being pumped in her womb were just too good to be ignored.

Mel bit her lower lip. The swollen cock was now being squeezed uncomfortably, border