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  Angela trudged in through the front door of the office building she worked at, with her eyes downcast and a blank expression on her face.

  That morning, she’d received a phone call from the local hospital informing her that during a routine check, a tumor had been found in her mother’s breast.

  She’d been diagnosed with breast cancer soon after that. The good news was that it was caught relatively early, and that with prompt treatment, her chance of getting rid of the cancer cells was quite high.

  The bad news was that said treatment would cost $12,000 a month. Her family wasn’t nearly wealthy enough to afford that…

  Angela had no real idea what to do-- how the hell do people come up with tens of thousands of dollars when this sort of thing happens?

  She sighed, taking a seat at her desk outside the CEO of the company’s office. Unfortunately for her situation, rather than being one of the highly paid up and coming lawyers that she was surrounded by all day, she was a mere overworked and underpaid secretary.

  Angela got to work, but it was pretty clear that she was heavily distracted and unmotivated to anyone who was paying attention.

  Which, since she was a secretary, meant that only one person actually took notice of what she was doing.

  “Angela, please come into my office real quick,” Portia, Angela’s boss, called out from behind her.

  “Yes ma’am,” Angela said distractedly. She got up and followed Portia into the large, expansive office that was decorated better than most homes, closing the door behind her. “You needed something?” Angela asked, her eyes staring at the floor a few feet in front of her.

  “Look at me, Angela.” Portia said firmly. Angela looked up, meeting the gaze of the regal-looking woman.

  Normally, Angela wouldn’t be able to resist admiring Portia’s absolute gorgeousness. Her neat, shiny blonde hair was done up in a ponytail, causing her hair to act as a frame to show off her perfect, gorgeous face without getting in the way.

  Her tanned skin was well-kept, the result of her consistent effort to keep it so by frequently tanning either at the beach on a rare occasion, or in her own backyard on a nice day-- none of the fake tanning beds appealed to her, she’d told Angela once, as it was basically cheating to get a worse version of the natural effect.

  On the rare occasions that Portia wore something that showed off her cleavage, it had always struck Angela as absolutely delicious and stunning. Those days were few and far in between, but it made her glad to be a bisexual in order to appreciate the lovely assets.

  However, these things were all in the back of Angela’s mind as she raised her eyes up, meeting Portia’s concerned gaze.

  “Are you feeling okay, Angie?” Portia asked softly. “You’ve been very… robotic today. Would you like to talk to me about what’s wrong?”

  “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to let my personal problems affect my work,” Angela said. “I just… Well, my mother was diagnosed with breast cancer this morning, and I don’t know how my family is gonna be able to pay for her treatment.” Angela averted her eyes, and tears started rolling down her cheeks. “I’m… I really don’t know what we’re gonna do, or how I’m supposed to process this shit.” She finished.

  “Oh dear, I’m so sorry to hear that Angie,” Portia said, getting up from her seat behind her desk in order to walk over and wrap Angela in a gentle hug.

  As soon as she felt Portia’s arms around her, Angela started outright sobbing, pressing her face into the shoulder of the other woman, who was murmuring small comforts into her ear.

  “You know, I could help you out with all of this,” Portia said softly, causing Angela to look up at her hesitantly, unsure if she was actually offering what she thought the blonde was. “As long as you promise to keep it quiet. I don’t want everyone in the office knowing about my blatant favoritism,” She chuckled as she pressed her lips into Angela’s hair and gave her a reassuring squeeze through their embrace.

  “Are you… serious?” Angela asked in a small voice, pulling back to gaze into Portia’s eyes.

  “Completely. I couldn’t live with myself if I didn’t help out my wonderful, adorable little secretary out with such an important issue that’s causing her distress.” Portia flashed the other woman a small smile.

  “I don’t know what to say,” Angela murmured, a dazed look on her face.

  “You could just say thank you, though I do have a purely optional request to make of you in return.” Portia said.

  Angela smiled brightly. “Thank you so much Portia, this is the kindest thing anyone has ever done for me… Thank you,” She said, clutching her boss tightly in her arms. “What do you need me to do? If I’m able, I’d be happy to do it.”

  “You’re welcome, though you should really wait to hear what I ask before agreeing. Again, even if you say no, I’ll happily pay for your mother’s treatment, so please don’t feel like you have to say yes,” Portia said, averting her eyes and mildly blushing.

  “Well, what is it?” Angela asked, tilting her head slightly as she gazed at the older blonde woman.

  “Well, this is going to sound like a really bad cliche, but for the longest time, I’ve really, really found myself strongly attracted to you. Not just your body, either-- everything about you calls to me.” Portia said, shifting her gaze to meet Angela’s. “I’d like to request that you sleep with me. Multiple times, if you find that you want to. Not only that, but I’d also like the opportunity to take you on a date afterwards and spend more time with you outside of work.” The blonde stated.

  Angela was silent for a few moments, processing everything that Portia was asking.

  “I’m sorry, I’m asking too much, I don’t want-” Portia started, but she was abruptly cut off by a pair of small, red lips pressing against her own.

  Portia’s eyes widened, but she instinctively reciprocated the kiss, pulling Angela tightly against her.

  “Don’t be sorry, you’re not asking too much at all because you left me the choice of whether I wanted to do it or not. I’d be more than happy to say yes to all your requests-- honestly, I’ve always found you attractive as well, but I never even dreamed of approaching you about it,” Angela said in a soft tone. “But I have to admit, it makes me so wet to think about servicing you and your hot, delicious body in all sorts of naughty ways.” She continued with a smirk.

  Portia closed her eyes and exhaled. “God, you get me so fucking hard,” Portia said, turning Angela around in her arms and pressing her lips against the nape of the other woman’s neck.

  Angela stared at her curiously. “Uh, what?” She questioned. “What do you mean by that- oh.” Her eyes widened comically as she felt a large, pulsing object press against her butt as Portia grinded her hips forward against her secretary. “That’s… Interesting,” Angela said, a bright blush on her face.

  “I really, really want you right now, Angie,” Portia growled out as she continued rubbing her clothed bulge onto Angela’s shapely ass. By this point, Portia had pulled up Angela’s skirt, and the only clothing separating them was Angela’s panties as well as Portia’s jeans.

  “I- ahh! I can feel that,” Angela panted out as Portia’s thrusting got firmer. “I want you too, Portia,” She murmured out, reaching her hand out to grab one of her boss’s hands to drag it over to her breasts, placing it so that Portia could feel how solid her nipples were at this point.

  “God, I love how amazing and firm your tits feel,” Portia said in a husky tone as she firmly groped Angela’s breast, rolling her thumb across the woman’s nipple. She brought her other hand up towards the top of Angela’s shirt, starting to slowly undo the buttons of her button-down top, until she reached the section near Angela’s naval. She retr
acted her hands in order to pull the shirt widely open, revealing Angela’s bra-clad breasts.

  “Can I?” Portia asked as she grabbed the string that connected the two bra cups together.

  “Yes, I already said it before, but you can do anything you want with me Portia, I’m yours,” Angela moaned out as her mind was starting to get clouded by lust.

  Her panties were absolutely soaking at this point due to how turned on she was from feeling Portia’s monstrous dick rubbing against her.

  Portia pulled up the cups of her bra, exposing her large 34DD jugs to the room. Angela could feel every single pulse and throb that Portia’s member emitted as both hands shot up to grip one of Angela’s breasts in each hand.

  “God,” Angela whimpered as she felt a lust-filled haze overtake her. “I need you Portia! Please bend me over your table and fuck me like the slutty little secretary that I am!” She cried out as she pushed her ass back into the firm rod behind her, desperate for the sweet friction it was providing for her.

  “Gladly,” Portia growled out, not letting go of her tits as she pushed her willing secretary slowly towards her desk.

  When they reached it, Portia gently but firmly pushed Angela down onto it so that her body from her stomach upwards was resting on top of the desk, with her ass and legs on display in front of the wooden object.

  Portia begrudgingly removed her hands from Angela’s voluptuous tits in order to bring her hands down to push the secretary’s skirt up, and pull her silken underwear down past her ankles.

  “Your ass is so fucking sexy,” Portia groaned out as she cupped the luscious ass in front of her.

  Angela couldn’t help but let out a small moan as her ass was felt up. “P-please, I really want your cock inside of me,” Angela panted out.

  “Don’t worry Angie, just wait one more moment,” Portia husked out as she stepped back to undo her belt and unbutton her jeans. After doing so, she shoved her pants and underwear down in one go, letting her giant, throbbing girl-cock shoot up into the air, standing firmly at attention.

  “You’re so fucking wet,” Portia moaned as she lined her cock up with Angela’s dripping entrance.

  “I can’t help it,” Angela blushed. “You’re so fucking hot, and I can’t stop thinking about how good your massive dick is going to feel as it thrusts into my tight pussy over and over again…”

  Portia couldn’t wait any longer, pressing forward and pushing her pulsing rod of flesh into the hot, wet entrance in front of it.

  “Oh God it’s so fucking big, Jesus!” Angela cried out as she felt Portia push inside of her. Every inch was a struggle for the invading member, but slowly she could feel it pushing deeper and deeper inside of her. “So… Good…” She panted out as she felt more full than she’d ever been in her entire life. Portia’s heavenly girl-cock was hitting every part of her pussy, and it felt like she was being overloaded with pleasure.

  As soon as Portia had pushed in as far as she could go, she placed both hands on Angela’s waist to steady herself, before pulling back and slamming her hips forward, shoving herself in all in one go.

  Angela cried out loudly as Portia continued to thrust her dick inside of her, feeling absolute bliss as the large fleshy rod filled her with delicious heat as well as a sense of fullness every single time Portia’s hips slammed into her ass.

  “Yes! Fuck me, God your giant fucking girl-cock feels so good inside of me, holy shit,” Angela cried out.

  Portia growled, increasing the pace of her thrusts. “You’re so damn sexy Angie, I’ve wanted you bent over this desk for so fucking long, and it’s so worth it. Fucking you feels so good-- seeing your delicious, hot as fuck body bent over while I fuck your tight, dripping wet pussy is absolutely heavenly,”

  Angela let out a small whine as her arousal peaked at the praise Portia was giving her.

  Portia then stopped, abruptly pulling out and standing Angela up, before turning her around and gently guiding her down to the desk so that she was laying flat on her back on top of it, gazing into Portia’s eyes expectantly.

  Portia wasted no time, immediately spreading Angela’s legs, pulling them into the air, and then wrapping her arms around the woman’s upper legs as she pulled her waist to the edge of the table. She lined herself up and thrust forward, sheathing herself in the hot, wet abyss that was in front of her.

  “Yes,” Angela moaned out for what seemed like the hundredth time. “I feel like I’m about to fucking burst,” She mewled out. “Can you… Get on top of me? There should be enough room, your desk is pretty big…” Angela panted out

  Portia nodded, pulling out of Angela’s throbbing entrance in order to crawl up on top of the desk, placing herself between Angela’s legs and hovering over her.

  “Is this good?” Portia asked huskily, to which Angela nodded. The secretary proceeded to wrap her legs around the naked waist of her boss, pulling her closer into her. At the same time, she placed one of her hands on the back of Portia’s head, and the other on her cheek as she pulled the woman down into a desperate, needy kiss.

  Portia reciprocated, thrusting her tongue into Angela’s mouth as she lined her angrily throbbing girl-cock up with Angela’s smooth entrance.

  Without warning, she thrust inside, causing Angela to gasp into Portia’s mouth even as the hermaphrodite’s tongue sought out her own.

  Since they’d been interrupted, both women felt like they weren’t going to be able to last much longer, and it showed in their movements as Portia was jerking her hips forward, desperate to increase the wet friction that her member was receiving, and Angela was thrusting her hips upwards in tandem with the other woman’s thrusts down.

  “Angie,” Portia panted out. “I’m so close... “ The CEO gave a sharp moan.

  “Me too-- I want you to cum inside of me, please,” Angela paused to mewl in pleasure. “I want to feel your girl-cum fill me to the brim,” She finished.

  “God yes, I’m gonna cum so hard all over your tight fucking pussy,” Portia growled as she pumped forward desperately, until she finally came undone.

  Angela could feel the moment that Portia’s orgasm started as suddenly she felt warm bursts of thick semen start pumping into her, causing her to cry out in pleasure and her walls to clench down on the still-thrusting girl-cock that was inside of her.

  “Yes yes yes!” Angela cried out. “I’m cumming so fucking hard on your delicious cock, Portia, God yes!”

  Portia dipped down and captured Angela’s lips in a rough kiss as she continued pistoning in and out of the woman, allowing for them to ride their orgasms as long as possible.

  As soon as their climaxes had subsided, Portia collapsed on top of Angela, and both women laid there panting heavily with sweat rolling down their bodies.

  “That was better than even my wildest of fantasies,” Portia murmured, before shifting to a position that allowed her to nuzzle her face into Angela’s neck.

  “I agree-- I can already tell that I’m going to be sore for a while though, but it was completely worth it.” Angela sighed happily, wrapping her arms around the gorgeous blonde that was on top of her.

  The women laid there catching their breath for a few minutes, enjoying the blissful afterglow of their lovemaking. Before long though, Angela felt a twitch against her waist.

  She inhaled sharply in surprise, looking up at Portia in a questioning manner. “How..?” Was all she asked.

  “Er, I guess you could say that I have a lot of stamina.” Portia looked away sheepishly. “It usually takes a few times to get it to stay down.” She continued.

  Angela flashed the CEO a sly smirk. “Do you want me to help you with making sure it’s sated?”

  “You don’t have to, but… I mean, I’d really like that.” Portia said with a soft smile.

  “I didn’t have to do anything-- but I really, really want to.” Angela said firmly, leaning up and placing a quick kiss onto Portia’s lips, before pulling away and sliding out from underneath her.

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sp; “As much as I enjoy having a great view of your sexy ass, would you mind flipping over for me and sitting on the edge of the desk?” Angela asked with a playful smile on her face.

  Portia flashed her a grin in return as she nodded, sitting up and scooting across the desk until she was at the edge, letting her legs drape down across the side of the desk, and allowing her still-hardening member to start rising up into the air as her erection came back.

  Angela promptly wrapped her hand around the thick girl-cock, stroking along its length slowly but firmly.

  The response was immediate, and Portia’s cock was starting to throb angrily, with her crown becoming more engorged every time Angela’s hand ran over it. Angela could feel the large fleshy tool getting longer and longer as she lovingly stroked up and down on it.

  Soon, Portia’s erection was at full-mast, and Angela retracted her hand, gazing at the rock-hard organ that was glistening with the evidence of their previous lovemaking.

  She placed her hands on the edge of the table to keep herself steady, before lowering her mouth down towards the eager cock below her.

  She soon was close enough to wrap her lips around the large purple head, tentatively trailing her tongue all around the blood-filled crown.

  “Mmm, your mouth feels amazing Angie,” Portia moaned out as she placed one hand behind her against the table to keep her balance, while the other one traveled to the back of Angela’s head.

  Angela was unable to respond from her position, as she was busy pushing her mouth further down on the gigantic cock that she was orally worshipping.

  Once Angela felt the beloved futa dick hit the back of her throat, she paused to run her tongue all around Portia’s shaft.

  Once she was satisfied with the tongue-cleaning she’d given Portia’s cock, she raised her mouth back up, sucking and tightly dragging her lips up the thick member as she went up.

  She continued bobbing up and down, occasionally increasing the pace in which she attempted to coax out the delicious prize that she was eagerly anticipating being shot down her throat.

  “God yes, I’m so close Angie, please keep going, your lips feel so good on my cock,”