Good Company
This was a little awkward
I resisted the urge to fidget as silence pervaded the breakroom. My other coworkers had left only minutes ago and already it felt like a void took over, sucking out the good vibes like a black hole. As for why, well…
I glanced at my strangest coworker to date, who sat across from me with her hands folded on the table. Her name was Sybil, and beyond that, I knew next to nothing about her– other than the fact she refused to talk for some reason. Normally a deathblow in office spaces since she’d never be able to take any calls or communicate properly, but for some reason she sticks around. I can only assume because she’s really good at her job.
She was definitely pretty, I wouldn’t deny that. Soft grey fur, beautiful eyes, grand horns– oh, and her figure was good too. While she wore a basic white button-down and black leggings, Sybil did it justice, her assets filling it out nicely. I couldn’t honestly say I hadn’t checked her out a few times in the past, despite her reputation for being a hardass with resting bitch face.
Though, the constantly upset look she wore was kind of appealing in its own right.
Unfortunately none of my coworkers shared the same sentiment, since as soon as she arrived they all conveniently forgot they left their stoves on and ran away somewhere else. That only left me and Sybil in here, and since she never talked, things got real awkward real fast.
I drummed my fingers on the table, trying to think of something to say. Small talk was pretty damn difficult when the recipient wasn’t able to respond. “So… are you doing well, Sybil?”
She looked up from the table, meeting my gaze. Her expression didn’t shift an inch.
I could feel my face heat up as the silence stretched between us. “Sorry. Um, I guess I’ve been doing okay here. I’m still getting used to the company and all the intricacies, but I think I’ve been doing well so far, keeping off everyone’s toes. Trying to, at least.”
Sybil did not move, continuing to stare at me with the same stern eyes.
“Everyone here is pretty nice, too. Work isn’t too bad, oh, and the breakroom’s cool too.” I gestured across the room. “An armchair, coffee pot, fridge, vending machine, uh. The microwave.” I scratched the back of my head. “My last job didn’t have a very good breakroom. It was better off in your car, to be honest.”
Silence.
“I ahh, haven’t gotten to know anybody here too well yet. Frank is nice, and so is Samantha. They talked about you a few times, but… I dunno. I don’t see many people talk with you at all. I mean, I get you’re quiet, but you don’t seem so bad. Not bad enough for everybody to leave as soon as you walk in.
“I kind of get why they'd be a little nervous around you since you’re kind of intimidating, but it’s not like you’re mean or bitchy to anyone. It just… it feels like everyone’s avoiding you when they don’t have a reason to. It’s kind of sad, you seem like a nice lady.”
Sybil blinked at me. It was the first bit of emotion I’ve seen from her besides stoicism. Even so, she did not respond in any way, not even a smile or a nod.
My shoulders slumped. “Sorry. I shouldn’t have said anything. I’ll just quit talking, I'm sure I'm bothering you.”
To my surprise, Sybil shook her head. I paused, not actually expecting a response. “Oh. Um, alright!” I scratched the side of my head. “Not sure what to talk about, though. Hmm… Oh, here’s a funny story that happened maybe a month back…”
And so I talked, telling her about random stories and topics that caught my interest. No matter how mundane or odd, she didn’t seem disinterested, absorbing everything I said with the same neutral face as usual. But it wasn’t apathy or annoyance. Now that I had spent some time getting to know her, I could see genuine interest in her gaze. It was focused. Alert to what I was saying, rather than roaming the room from boredom.
As I spoke, I grew more confident, which made it easier to talk. I began to ask her simple yes or no questions, which she would nod or shake her head to. After talking about a few of our coworkers, I earned a scowl from her. Apparently she didn’t like Bradley, and after a bit of digging I figured out she thought he was annoying.
I chuckled. “Yeah, he can be a little much sometimes. He’s not a bad guy, though. I think he just doesn’t realize it.”
Sybil huffed, her eyes lidding as she crossed her arms. It was cute, in a fuck-you kind of way.
I gazed into her eyes, losing myself in their exoticism. “You’re very pretty, you know that?”
Sybil stared at me, and my eyes widened as I processed what I just said. “Sorry! I didn’t…” I cringed. “Just forget I said anything. I wasn’t thinking straight.”
I fiddled with my fingers, feeling incredibly awkward. Me and my friggin’ mouth. I just creeped her the hell out, right after things finally warmed up between us. Now we’re back to square one.
I glanced at Sybil, seeing she was still staring at me. “I… Think I should go…”
Standing, I hastily made my way to the exit, but before I could leave Sybil slammed a hand onto the door, preventing me from opening it. My heart leapt in my throat, and I glanced behind me, seeing her looming over me.
I spun and placed my back to the door, holding my hands up. “Woah, woah! I didn’t mean anything by it, honest! I wasn’t trying to harass you or anything, it was just a compliment!”
Sybil stared down at me, her eyes boring a hole through me with their intensity. Knowing that she couldn’t or wouldn’t berate me didn’t help my nerves at all.
“Look, I just, well, I think you look good!” I explained. “You dress nice, and you got beautiful eyes, and your fur’s really clean. And you’ve got this presence to you, and, uh, I– I think you’re pretty. I put my foot in my mouth, is all. I honestly mmnff–”
My eyes bulged as Sybil’s lips crashed into mine, her tongue prying my mouth open and delving in. I pulled away on instinct, but stuck between her and the door, there was nowhere to go. Her free hand cupped my cheek with a firm, gentle hold, ensuring I couldn’t move away.
“What– mnf– are you– mm– doing!?”
She ignored me, continuing to kiss me at her leisure, only parting for the occasional breath before diving back in. Sybil licked and bit everywhere she could, her tongue gliding up and around my mouth and sending shivers down my spine. Not once did she break eye contact, diamond irises locked onto mine as she claimed my mouth.
With a final nip, she pulled away, my heart beating a mile a minute. We were so close I could see her throat bob as she swallowed my saliva, her tail curling around our ankles.
A tense moment of silence passed, the two of us staring at each other. I broke first. “Why’d you do that?”
She glanced away, but looked back a moment later, her eyes determined. Her hand gripped mine, and I stumbled as Sybil tugged me away from the door and towards the armchair. Gripping my shoulders, she pushed me down, forcing me to take a seat. “What are you doing?”
Sybil ignored me, squeezing my shoulders before pulling away. She brought her hands to her waistline, and my stomach flipped as she undid her belt and slid her pants down, revealing shapely legs clad in black stockings, a garter belt hugging her waist. Lifting a leg up, she placed it onto the armchair, giving me an unobstructed view of her crotch, hidden only by thin panties.
My face burned. “I don’t think this is a good idea.”
My coworker didn’t seem to care, placing a hand onto my head and drawing me closer. Shocked as I was, I didn’t resist as she forced my mouth against her crotch, clenching her fingers into my hair and pulling insistently. I hesitated, before opening up and pressing my tongue against her, licking her through soaked fabric. Salty sweetness spread across my taste buds, and it made my head spin.
I glanced up at her, trying to gauge a reaction. Other than a quiet stare, I got nothing.
Sybil gave me an impatient pull, and with a mix of arousal and anxiety I set to work, eating her out as best as I could. My tongue dragged across her sex in a flurry, and if it hadn’t been for the panties I would’ve delved into her tunnel and explored her there. As it was, they served as an annoying barrier, and the desire to rip them off was only tempered by my reluctance to stop.
Pain rung out in my scalp, Sybil’s grip becoming rough. A sigh slipped out of her, and I hummed as she gyrated her hips against me, grinding her cunt into my face. I looked up, seeing a quiet fire half-concealed, her eyes shining with desire. Her blatant want inflamed me further, feeding into my efforts to service her.
Aggravated by the barrier between us, I shifted her panties aside, finally allowing me to taste her directly. A quiet moan sounded as I twirled her clit around with the tip of my tongue, diving into her slit a moment later. Warm, cushiony walls wrapped around my palate, hot arousal dripping down my chin as I explored her tunnel.
The hand in my hair slid down to the back of my head, and I grunted as Sybil shoved me into her nethers, her hips thrusting forward. I tried to match her movements as best I could, my jaw and tongue aching as she ground against my face. I could hear her breaths grow heavier, her legs starting to twitch and tense, and anticipation built in my chest as she neared release.
A low growl filled my ears as sweet heat flooded my face, Sybil’s hips jolting as she finished. I watched her eyes glaze and her head hang as pleasure rocked through her, pride filling me as her walls writhed around my exhausted tongue. She looked gorgeous.
Sybil ground against me a bit longer, then fell still, her hand easing up on the pressure. I extracted my tongue from her sex, my mouth utterly inundated with her taste and scent. “My fuckin’ jaw aches from that.” I glanced up. “Did I do good?”
She gazed down at me with lid eyes, her cheeks flush and breaths heavy. The hand resting on my head scratched my scalp gently, and I leaned into it, a smile coming to my face. “Taking that as a ‘yes,’ then.
Sybil hummed, lowering her leg back down to the floor. Her eyes roved over me for a bit, her tail swaying as a hungry gleam entered her pupils.
My breath hitched as she pushed me against the back of the couch, her hands going for my belt. “Okay, you’re just gonna…” I trailed off as she dragged my pants down to my ankles, my modesty hidden only by boxers. Sybil didn’t waste a second, climbing atop my lap and straddling me.
Sybil was swelteringly hot, her fluffy body radiating heat and comfort. I could hear every billow of her lungs, feel her weight against my lap, and smell the floral perfume she wore. More than anything, I noticed how powerful she was, her muscles taut and strong. I doubted I would be moving anywhere without her say-so.
That was a little unfortunate, thanks to our current positioning. Because of our height difference, my face was pushed up against her breasts, giving me a nice view of how far she stretched the fabric of her shirt. It was tight enough to look uncomfortable to wear, but judging by how unexpectedly promiscuous she was, maybe that was the point. As it was, it was an agreeable place to rest my head, especially when she was forcing me to.
I placed a hesitant hand onto her hip. “Hey, maybe this isn’t such a good idea?” I flushed as she blinked at me. “I mean, I get I already ate you out and all, but doing it when we’ve only known each other for less than an hour is a little…”
My coworker’s eyebrows furrowed. Ah, shit. Did I piss her off? “Look, I’m just saying–” I jolted as she roughly tugged my boxers away, her hand gripping my cock in a firm hold.
Pleasure washed over me at the feel of her warm, soft fingers, immediately bringing my sexual dissatisfaction to the fore of my thoughts. My loins burned with need, painfully so, and I struggled to restrain myself from thrusting up into her palm. Sybil seemed to recognize this, raising an eyebrow as I tensed under her.
I throbbed in her hand, hissing as she pumped me once. “Oh, fine, do what you want.”
She squeezed me, her expression still stony. Lifting her hips up, she positioned herself over me, my tip kissing her petals. With little fanfare, Sybil dropped into my lap, swallowing me in a single stroke. The sudden pressure and heat made me jump beneath her, pushing an involuntary thrust into her passage and wedging my cock deeper inside, forcing a grunt from her.
Sybil and I took a moment to acclimate, her tight hold slowly relaxing around me. She wiggled her hips, and with a throaty hum, began to bounce atop me, fucking me with no care in the world.
I watched my length disappear and reappear inside her multiple times, then turned my gaze up, focusing on her jiggling chest. Forcing my eyes to move, I stared into Sybil’s gems, the realization that my coworker was fucking me starting to actually sink in. “This is insane.”
My partner grunted, her tunnel tightening. Her tail curled around my leg as she stroked my head, almost as if she were trying to make me feel comforted. It worked, and I laid my cheek against her breasts, wrapping my arms around her waist and resting them on her gyrating hips. She seemed to enjoy the hug, judging by the little pat she gave me.
I shut my eyes, my cock jerking inside of her. “You feel so good, Sybie…” I hummed, trying to listen to her heartbeat. It sounded fast. “You’re pretty cuddly. Nice and soft, but toned. Not squishy. I like that.”
Sybil’s back straightened a bit, making me laugh. I squeezed her hips, one of my hands drifting to gently grab the base of her tail. Sybil allowed it, continuing to ride me as I rubbed it between my fingers. I took a deep breath, trying to stave off the inevitable climax she was bringing me to.
Her decadent body was irresistible, however. “I’m gonna cum,” I said, a little ashamed by how little I lasted.
Sybil stared at me, pausing her movements, before redoubling her efforts. I frowned at her. “I’m being serious,” I said, trying to get a hold of my breathing. “Just… hop off and lemme tug it or something.”
Rather than do that, she held onto me tighter, her eyes narrowing in challenge. I opened my mouth to protest, but she shoved me into the valley of her tits, muffling my words as she continued to bounce. The domineering action made my dick throb, and before I knew it, I could feel myself starting to cum.
With a grunt, I peaked inside of her, spilling my seed in thick ropes everywhere I could reach. Sybil did not stop moving, continuing to rock her hips, fucking my load from me whether I wanted it or not. A soft coo left her lips as she milked me, her pussy squeezing encouragingly around my spurting shaft.
My orgasm ended, and I fell slack, unable to muster the energy to get pissed at her for borderline forcing me to creampie her. Mostly because it felt divine. “Damn it, Syb.”
She gave me a throaty hum, her movements now a gentle up and down rather than the consistent pace she set before. It sent little sparks up my spine, and it made me twitch inside of her. I patted her hip. “Alright, get up.”
She didn’t move, only continuing her slow rise and fall.
I pulled away from the comfort of her tits, looking up at her. “Sybil? Hello? Sex over now?”
My coworker gazed down at me, her eyes lidded. A flame burned in my crotch as her pussy clenched around me, sparking up a surge of newfound arousal. I frowned as Sybil’s hips began to move faster. “Oh no, none of that now. Once was enough, right?”
She didn’t think so, judging by how possessively she squeezed my shoulder. With little regard to my protests, she picked up the speed, returning to her original pace. I considered actually struggling, but the increasing pleasure and warmth of her body made me hesitant to do anything besides complain.
Besides, I doubt I could do anything about this anyway. Sybil doesn't seem the type of woman to do things by half-measures. And if that was the case, then I might as well enjoy the ride for what it was.
Deciding to work with her instead of against her, I thrust up from below, surprising her enough to throw off her movements. When she realized I was trying to reciprocate, she matched my tempo, rewarding me with a kiss on the head that made my cheeks burn. “I’m not a dog.”
She huffed a laugh, which devolved into a low, quiet moan as my length delved into a sensitive cluster of nerves. The sound made my blood quicken, and with a surge of motivation I thrust up hard enough to push her a bit, making her pussy tighten up under the assault. Clear arousal mixed with pearly white leaked from her slit and dripped down my balls, making a raunchy slap every thrust that made me want to fill her up all over again.
I grabbed a nice handful of her ass, sinking my fingers into the pert flesh. Sybil hissed, her fingernails digging into me as I nipped at her collar, my teeth bruising whatever exposed bit of her not I could reach. I was drunk off of her, addicted to the sensations she brought me to. Before, the thought of carelessly releasing inside of her seemed like a terrible one. Now it was all I wanted.
Hands gripped my cheeks, and I moaned as Sybil latched her mouth to mine, her tongue wrestling mine down. She pulled away, holding me close and bouncing harder. I could feel her slit grow tighter, wetter. I could feel her twitch against me, on the brink of rapture.
I held her tight, thrusting into her with all I had. “I love you.”
Sybil jerked in my grip, slamming herself down and forcing me as deeply as possible. With a groan she came, her walls writhing around my cock in a frenzy, milking me to my finish instantly. Grunting, I thrusted up, spending myself once again inside of her, this time making sure my seed would find fertile soil in her deepest parts rather than waste in her shallows. Sybil was of the same mind, rocking her hips and drawing my load further inside.
We held that position until each throb was over with and every rope was nestled within her, falling into a boneless heap right after. My muscles and lungs burned as I lay against her bosom, exhaustion creeping in as I listened to her heart beat.
My lover caressed me everywhere she could, her touches tender and comforting. I twitched under her as my satisfied manhood slipped from her, coated in a mess of semen and femcum. To my sex-dazed mind, the thought of my seed leaking from her made me upset, and I tightened my hold around her.
A few minutes of recovery and I was mostly back in action, my head clearing up as I nuzzled my partner’s bust. “That felt great, babe.”
Sybil nodded, her finger twirling around in my hair. I craned my neck back and met her gaze, seeing happy little lights dancing in her eyes. The lines around them seemed less pronounced, and the perpetual frown she wore was now more neutral. Along with the blush she bore, Sybil didn’t look pissed off for once.
I smiled. “I don’t know what all the fuss is about. You’re not bad company at all.”
She slowly blinked at me, leaning down to press a kiss to each of my cheeks, then my lips. I felt my body heat at the romantic gesture, but I embraced it, opening my mouth to receive her. Her kiss was tender, and I lavished it as best I could. When we pulled away, I looked back into her eyes, losing myself in how radiant she looked.
“Woah, what the fuck!”
We jolted, our heads whipping to the door. One of our coworkers stood there with a mortified look on his face, shocked to stillness.
A half-remembered fact reentered my mind. Oh, right. We’re at work.