What's In A Name?
Date: 8/5/2024,
Categories:
Fiction
Blowjob
Cruelty
Cum Swallowing
Humiliation
Job/Place-of-work
Non-consensual sex
Transgendered,
Author: Krombomich, Source: sexstories.com
“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 ...