DICK GIRL EXPRESS (FUTAS)
Story by misfit446
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 Larryâs 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. âHey Larry. Hereâs my recorder.â
âYou took a little longer on this run,â Larry said, taking the recorder and uploading its memory to the main computer.
âYeah, the back roads suck. I had to keep the speed down on all the curves.â
âWell, thatâs good. Donât want any accidents.â
âI know. And besides, some of these people havenât seen a delivery woman like me before.â
Larry giggled. âI can understand. Youâve been working here for two weeks now. And damn, those shorts really look good on you.â Brooke blushed a bit and eyed her now growing bulge.
She shrugged. âIt has a mind of itâs own sometimes.â
âWell, I think itâs cute. How big is it?â
âItâs about eleven inches.â
Larry stood and walked around her desk. âThose shorts stretch pretty well.â She grasped Brookeâs cock as it stood out and up over the elastic waist band of the delivery girlâs uniform, forcing it out so anyone could look down into her crotch.
âOoooh, so hard. You getting enough?â
Brooke giggled, her cock jumping in Larryâs hand. âYeah, between my girl friend, my sister and some of the tipping customers, I canât complain.â
âThatâs good. Youâre young and should get a lot of use out of this wonderful cock before you canât do it anymore.â
âWhat do you mean?â
âWell, letâs just say it gets more difficult to get a hard on when you get older.â
âLarry, youâre not old. What are you, thirty?â
Larry laughed softly. âForty five, actually.â She blushed.
âWell you donât look it. Youâre gorgeous.â
Larryâs fist began to move more fervently up and down Brookeâs girl dick. âThank you but being divorced and alone, you donât feel so beautiful.â
âLarry, thatâs a bunch of crap. You can have anyone you want.â
âHow about you?â she asked softly, arching an eyebrow. Brooke giggled.
âUm, well, sure. I mean, you got it hard you might as well use it. But right here? During business hours?â
Larry looked at her wall clock. âWe got forty minutes before we close. Iâll wait,â and sighed, letting Brookeâs hard on reluctantly esc