Commissioner Reward - Side Effects May Include . . . 2 (Patreon)

Much like the last chapter this one also contains futa and is a direct continuation of the previous story. So all the same warnings apply! For those of you still around to read this I hope you enjoy some pseudo exhibitionism and oral play!

Tick . . . tock . . . tick . . . tock . . . the clock seemed to be moving in slow motion. Every time Betty looked up at it no time appeared to have passed. She couldn't believe it wasn't even lunch time yet: somehow the few hours she'd already spent at work seemed like an eternity. It didn't help that everyone in the office kept looking over at her like she was about to snap and start attacking them. Well everyone except Tracey. She was the only person to look genuinely concerned every time a small whimper escaped Betty's lips. It was clear she wanted to help but had little to no idea how and of course Betty was in no position to offer any advice. She only noticed it at all because it was one of the few distractions available from her uncontrollably hard cock. So when Tracey suddenly rose from her seat and walked over holding a small binder Betty immediately looked up at her.

“Are you feeling well enough for our meeting?” Tracey asked with a concerned smile.

“I-I think so. In the c-conference room right?”

“Yes. I can help you if you can't walk . . .”

“Thank you but I should be fine.”

Tracey nodded and stepped back as Betty rose from her chair and tried her best to cover her unmistakable cock bulge. Both women looked at each other and something passed between them. To Betty's relief Tracey was kind enough not to say anything as she turned away and walked towards the meeting room. Betty quickly followed, both hands attempting to hide her shame as she walked. The moment they were inside Tracey shut the door and motioned to the chair. Sitting down and pushing her member between her thighs Betty closed her legs as tightly as she could and did her best to focus on the HR rep.

“Is that going to be an issue?” Tracey asked.

“N-no it should be fine.”

“Well maybe I can help with it. Do something to . . . relieve the pressure . . .”

“W-why would you do that?” Betty asked, her cheeks blushing furiously at the mere prospect.

“Because it's my job to be there for my coworkers when they're in need.”

Even in her current state Betty knew Tracey was stretching that rationale to the breaking point, “I don't think anyone meant like this . . .”

“No . . . but I'm going above and beyond. Now just relax and let me take care of it. Maybe you'll have an easier time focusing afterwards.”

“Okay . . .”

Without waiting another second Tracey disappeared beneath the table. Betty tensed as she fet her coworker's hands slid beneath the hem of her dress and push the thick fabric up her legs. Every instinct in her body told her to clench them together and keep what little dignity she may have left. But the ache in her cock was too great and her body was too hungry. She spread herself wide for Tracey and let out the smallest of whimpers. A hot rush of air wafted over her naked member and a moment later the peculiar and delightful sensation of a tongue moving across the tip. Betty grabbed the edges of the table and did her best not to give away how much pleasure she was suddenly feeling but even she knew how futile that attempt was. Tracey untied the last ribbon 'securing' her prick and it sprang forth like a spring loaded trap. Yet rather than be surprised or taken aback Tracey merely giggled and wrapped her lips around the tip as it swung upwards.

If she'd thought masturbation had been the peak of pleasure Betty was sorely mistaken. Feelings more powerful and all encompassing than she could believe wracked her slender form. Tracey probably could have stopped right there and she'd still have cum in a minute. But her new lover didn't stop, her tongue glided over the sensitive head of Betty's dick while the rest of her mouth sucked just hard enough to make a gentle but echoing slurp. Little spurts of precum greeted her efforts, coating her tongue and filling her mouth in just a few seconds. Tracey, no stranger to fellatio or extra helpings of cum, swallowed it down with a delighted whimper while Betty was left to tremble and writhe atop the table. Her mouth hung open as if frozen mid gasp and her tongue hung out like a dog's. She gripped the table with enough force to make the flimsy wood creak as her hips started grinding of their own accord.

Taking it all in stride Tracey started pushing back against Betty's throbbing shaft. Her lips slid a little further down with every passing second and before long the turgid member was pushing against the back of her throat. She still had more than half way to go if she was going to take it all and something as banal as a gag reflex was going to stop her from deepthroating Betty's amazing dick. Grabbing the base of her shaft with both hands she pulled back just enough to suck in a ragged breath before suddenly thrusting herself forward. A loud, involuntary gag filled the room as the swollen tip slammed against the tight confines of her mouth and scraped it's way down into her esophagus. Tracey's body tried to reject the sudden intruder but she refused to give and kept pushing. Little by little her partner's dick slid down towards her stomach, the outside of her throat bulging from the strain. Then, before either of them properly registered it, Tracey's chin was nestled firmly against Betty's sack. She drank in the pungent smell wafting from her untamed pubic hair while Betty was overcome with more pleasure than her inexperienced mind could handle.

Never one to be content with resting on her laurels Tracey didn't wait more than a second to start pulling back. Thick strands of saliva and precum dripped from Betty's throbbing shaft as her lips slowly retreated. She stopped when just the tip and a little bit of the shaft remained inside her mouth. Her tongue swirled around the sensitive head and sucked down all the cum her balls had to give. If what she 'd been tasting so far was any indication Betty's jizz was going to be absolutely delicious and she couldn't wait to taste it. Bobbing her head back and forth with increasing gusto Tracey sucked and licked every inch of dick she could while still keeping a constant rhythm. Spit trickled out of the corners of her mouth and soaked her blouse but she didn't care. Her hands pushed Betty's legs even wider so she could have unrestricted access to the delicious cock in front of her. She kept one pressed firmly against her thigh while the other slid forward to grab her equally impressive sack and give it a gentle squeeze. 

It was clear from the way her shaft suddenly tensed that Betty was both delighted and caught off guard by the sudden attention to her balls. Tracey smiled, as much as she could, and diverted some of her attention to that as well. Her fingers squeezed, kneaded, and groped her trembling loins while her lips continued their rhythmic motions up and down her length. A small voice somewhere in the depths of her pleasure addled brain told her to slow down, told her to be more quiet. Neither of them had made more than a cursory attempt to hide what they were doing and anyone who came in or even looked through the gaps in the blinds would notice. But rather than heeding her sensible side, as she always did, Tracey just moaned louder and started moving with even more intensity. Like Betty everyone in the office saw her as something of a goody two shoes and none of them had any idea just how incorrect that notion was. She was certainly a kind hearted person but that was in addition to the lustful cock hungry woman currently sucking Betty's dick. When she was in that state of mind few things could bring her out of it and the rest of the world paled in comparison to whomever she currently enjoying.

“Tracey!” Betty moaned, her voice piercing the relative silence like a gunshot, “Tracey!”

Since her mouth was full and her mind was elsewhere the lascivious HR rep could only let out a muffled whimper as she suddenly slid forward. Betty's prick was once more enveloped by the tight confines of her partner's throat as her balls tightened and her entire body stiffened. A few seconds later an absolute tidal wave of spunk erupted out of her cock. It sprayed into Tracey's stomach like water out of a broken dam while both women trembled and gasped. Betty's eyes rolled back in her head and she slumped against the chair. Only her cock remained moving, the entire length swelling with each load it pumped into her companion's throat. Though her own eyes started to water and her body began to convulse Tracey didn't even entertain the idea of pulling back until the dick inside her mouth finally stopped twitching. Even after the last of her cum dribbled out into her nearly overflowing stomach her nose remained pressed against Betty's waist for almost a full minute. 

Like her well endowed partner she was simply dumbstruck by the entire affair and secretly hoping her efforts hadn't been as successful as they appeared. She'd never swallowed more cum in her entire life and the amount sloshing around within her belly felt like a three course meal all on it's own. But it didn't take long for Betty's cock to start shrinking and her own body to begin protesting it's continued lack of air. With a satisfied but slightly disappointed moan Tracey pulled back. The slimy dick emerged from her lips with a loud and lewd squelch and Tracey took her first proper breath in almost five minutes. She wiped the corners of her mouth and swallowed the leftover spunk that had managed to make it up to her mouth before emerging from under the table with a grin. By that point Betty had recovered just enough to push down her dress and sit up. She looked up at her with an appreciative smile, unable to find the words to express how satisfying that had been. Thankfully she didn't have to as Tracey spoke first.

“Well!” She exclaimed, “That was certainly a mouthful!”

“Sorry . . .”

“No need to apologize, it was a lot of fun!”

“That's good. But why did you want to do it?”

“Well between you and me I've always enjoyed oral sex. But I don't have great luck with men. So this was kind of a win win for me.”

Betty smiled at her and let out a relieved sigh, “Well thank you . . . it really helped.”

“I'm glad! Now make yourself presentable, we've still got the rest of the work day ahead of us.”

Betty straightened out her dress and tucker her soft cock back between her legs while Tracey fixed her hair and wiped away some of her smudged lipstick. When they were both as put together as they could be under the circumstances the two women emerged from the small conference room and went back to their desks without another word. Nobody seemed to look twice at Tracey but they certainly stared at Betty every step of the way. Despite her relatively calm outward appearance none of them seemed entirely sure of what she was going to do next. Trying to put it out of her mind Betty sat down and started working on the accounts she'd been neglecting all morning. For a time it seemed Tracey's unusual methods had worked but within an hour she could already feel the familiar rush of hormones that accompanied her new member.

“Oh son of a bitch!” Betty swore, casting her welling bulge a furious look.