DICK GIRL EXPRESS (FUTAS)

I got a few pics to share with the story. Brooke (and sorry for the small pic on this one--if anyone has a fullsized one please post) is wearing the uniform, Britney is sucking her cock and Larissa (Larry)(AND SORRY FOR THE SIDE SHOT) is hairy. Again, thanks to the morphers! Enjoy.

DICK GIRL EXPRESS

Brooke Simmons parked the truck at the loading dock and got out, grabbing her hand held recorder with her. She waved at several of the dock workers and made her way to Larry’s office, her long ash blonde mane swinging jauntily half way down her strong back. Larissa Thomas was her supervisor. But everyone called her Larry.

Brooke walked in. “Hey Larry. Here’s my recorder.”

“You took a little longer on this run,” Larry said, taking the recorder and uploading its memory to the main computer.

“Yeah, the back roads suck. I had to keep the speed down on all the curves.”

“Well, that’s good. Don’t want any accidents.”

“I know. And besides, some of these people haven’t seen a delivery woman like me before.”

Larry giggled. “I can understand. You’ve been working here for two weeks now. And damn, those shorts really look good on you.” Brooke blushed a bit and eyed her now growing bulge.

She shrugged. “It has a mind of it’s own sometimes.”

“Well, I think it’s cute. How big is it?”

“It’s about eleven inches.”

Larry stood and walked around her desk. “Those shorts stretch pretty well.” She grasped Brooke’s cock as it stood out and up over the elastic waist band of the delivery girl’s uniform, forcing it out so anyone could look down into her crotch.

“Ooooh, so hard. You getting enough?”

Brooke giggled, her cock jumping in Larry’s hand. “Yeah, between my girl friend, my sister and some of the tipping customers, I can’t complain.”

“That’s good. You’re young and should get a lot of use out of this wonderful cock before you can’t do it anymore.”

“What do you mean?”

“Well, let’s just say it gets more difficult to get a hard on when you get older.”

“Larry, you’re not old. What are you, thirty?”

Larry laughed softly. “Forty five, actually.” She blushed.

“Well you don’t look it. You’re gorgeous.”

Larry’s fist began to move more fervently up and down Brooke’s girl dick. “Thank you but being divorced and alone, you don’t feel so beautiful.”

“Larry, that’s a bunch of crap. You can have anyone you want.”

“How about you?” she asked softly, arching an eyebrow. Brooke giggled.

“Um, well, sure. I mean, you got it hard you might as well use it. But right here? During business hours?”

Larry looked at her wall clock. “We got forty minutes before we close. I’ll wait,” and sighed, letting Brooke’s hard on reluctantly esc