A Dream Come True: Epilogue (Reader Release)

Six months ago I arrived at the house of a client for a most unusual boudoir shoot. The weirdness started at the strange conditions that the client had placed on the shoot, continued when I showed up at the door to discover said client was my office ‘nemesis’, deepened as she confessed to a lack of confidence around the opposite sex and an attraction to yours truly, was launched into space when it was revealed that she was a real live futanari which I’d had an obsession with since the day I could pop wood, and finally culminating in the pair of us falling in lust and then in love. In the aftermath of our fated three hour lovemaking session I had lived up to my part of the bargain we’d struck on that day by asking her out on a date in the most flamboyant and romantic way I could think of in the very office where we worked. She wanted flowers and chocolates and a public display of smitten emotion that would have seemed schmaltzy even in a Hallmark romcom. Despite my introverted nature I gave her everything she wanted and even more as I brought in a flamenco guitarist to accompany my request. Our coworkers had thought I had truly gone mad as it was all so out of character for me, and in a way they weren’t wrong. For the love of a woman, and my addiction to her massive lady cock, I really had gone crazy in all the best ways. I’d never seen a happier woman as Phoebe on that day as her dream man got down on his knees to profess his eternal desire for her. In return she’d made me the happiest man walking this planet.

It turned out that all of the opposite traits that had made us such oil and water in the office also made us the perfect match as a couple. Phoebe’s naturally ebullient personality and caring nature had softened the abrasive edges of my prickly demeanor while my more jaded outlook and sarcastic wit had given her an edge she desperately needed. I was now actually approachable and making friends easier than ever while her people-pleasing instincts were given boundaries so that people didn’t walk all over her kindness like they used to. She was still an early bird and I was still a night owl but even that worked out as she enjoyed her quiet mornings with a coffee in the garden and I used the peace of the night to chill and pursue my other passion of photography. After spending so much time together I had learned her bubbly positivity which I once believed was put on was as genuine as the freckles across her cheeks. She was just a truly nice person, and gave me a faith in humanity I’d never felt before. In that time she had learned that my silence was not smugness or an attempt to intimidate but an instinct to protect my private thoughts and emotions, thoughts and emotions that she alone was privy to. She liked being the only one to know me so deeply and had learned how to read my looks and expressions even when I was more sullen such as anytime that we were in public. In short we’d each caused to the other to grow in a myriad of unexpected ways. I even liked the way her short, pleasantly plump, pastel appearance contrasted so well beside my tall, lanky, black palate style as it only helped to make her stand out even more than she already did.

During that first time Phoebe had said that it was the ‘first day of the rest of her life’. Little did either of us know just how true that would be. It had been a new beginning for both of us. We’d moved in together, wedding bells were in our future, and the money I’d been saving for the big hentai expo in Japan had been set aside for something far more important. Phoebe had already made my biggest dream come true and today she would help me through the next step of pursuing my second big goal in life.

“There he is!” Phoebe’s sassy-sweet tone carries across the buzzing printers and clacking keyboards of the half a dozen other cubicles in the corner room of the building in which we worked. “There’s my lovin man!”

Even as my neighbors groaned I am smiling as I stand and turn to see my emerald eyed lover at the entrance of my cubicle. “There’s my beautiful baby girl.” I step forward and take her into my arms, having to hunch down just a little thanks to nearly foot and half discrepancy in our heights. Her thick, soft body felt as good in my arms now as that very first time.

“Mmm.” On tip-toes she stretches up for a kiss then whispers as she rubs my chest. “How’s my sexy boy toy doin today?”

I chuckle and whisper back. “Shhh. Someone might hear.”

“Did hear.” Grumbles my neighbor Jim. “Boy toy.”

Phoebe scrunches her nose in that ridiculously cute way she had as she giggles which sets me to laughing as well. Once upon a time I would have been rolling my eyes with the best of them at such lovey-dovey theatrics. As I gaze down at my baby’s beaming, cherubic, freckled face with that button nose and those wide sparkling green eyes while at the same time feel the bulge she hid beneath her skirt against my leg I just couldn’t give a damn what they thought. If those that groaned had the most beautiful woman in the world, futanari or otherwise, in their arms they would act just the same. I stroke my woman’s soft coppery red hair. It was now in a bob and a bit longer than the adorable pixie cut she wore when I met her but it made her no less cute.

“So?” Phoebe says as she tightens and smooths my tie. “You ready?”

With a determined nod I say. “Yeah.” I glance to the clock on the wall. “Twenty five minutes until the meeting with management.”

“Dun, dun, duhhhhnnn.” Jim hums ominously from the other side of the half wall that separated us. “If you’re asking for a raise I think there’s an expression concerning snowballs and hell that might be appropriate here.”

“Jim!” Phoebe titters. “This is a private conversation.”

“Could have fooled me, Pheebs.”

“Pbbbsst!” She blows him a raspberry before taking my tie like a leash and, proud as a peacock, leads me out into the hallway. We get some looks from my coworkers and I knew just what they were thinking, ‘Look at poor Wesley. A tamed man. A pussy whipped man. A fool in love.’ And they were all right. How could I not be? During our first morning of lust I had promised Phoebe that if she let me be her man that I would worship her body every night that she’d let me. To this day I had kept that promise, and I hoped to continue doing so to the end of my days. With Phoebe at my side I could care less what the world thought of me.

In the hall she spins back toward me, her powder pink dress floating up a few inches as she spun. She glances left and right to make sure nobody was looking then pushes me up against the wall for a real kiss. Our tongues plunge and dance as we kiss with passion.

“Mmmm.” She smiles and licks her bubblegum pink lips as our lips part. “Yummy.”

I sigh happily.

Looking up into my eyes she says. “You ready for this?”

“Are you?” I ask right back. “Our income’s about to be cut by a third, and with the wedding coming…”

“Baby.” She smiles and strokes her small hands across my chest. “The money will come. You’ve been working so hard for this. You deserve this. I believe in you. Now you just gotta believe in yourself.”

“Fuck. Is it even possible that I could love you any more?”

“Probably not.” She grins.

After years of burning my candle on both ends working my office job in the day and working for the photography company during my evenings and weekends I was at last striking out on my own to become my own boss. With Phoebe giving me the support and belief I needed to actually follow through on my dream I’d been harvesting contacts and pulling extra gigs to be prepared for this moment. I had already cut ties with the studio and today I would do the same here. My days as a cubicle jockey were coming to an end.

“I’m going to miss seeing you around here.” Phoebe says softly.

“Honestly, you’re the only thing I’m gonna miss about this place.”

“Mmm.” She hugs me with a smile. “Good thing we live together.”

“Indeed.” I kiss the top of her head.

Leaning back she again looks both ways down the hall then whispers. “You know, there’s a good chance they’ll have security walk you straight to the front doors.”

“I know.” I say. “That’s why I brought my stuff home last night.”

“You know what that means then, right?” She says, an impish glimmer in her eyes.

“Uhhh…remind me?”

“The list!” She says with her voice kept low. “The fuck-it list.”

“Ha!” I chortle. “Oh my God, you’re talking about number 17 aren’t you?”

“Mm hm.” She nods with a naughty grin.

“Work place nookie? Now? Are you serious?”

“When else will we have the chance? He he he.” She grabs my belt and gives it a tug. “Come on, baby. It’ll help relax you for the meeting.”

“You’re thinking with your other head again.” I say truthfully. They said men were guilty of that but whoever ‘they’ were had clearly never dealt with a futanari. If Phoebe was anything to go by they were horny all the damn time. Not that I was complaining!

“Is that a no?”

“I never said that.”

“Didn’t think so.” She winks. Pulling something from her pocket she opens her hand to reveal a small tube of anal lube. “I came prepared.”

“HA!” I laugh a bit too loudly which gets both of us looking left and right for onlookers once more.

“Come on you slut.” She whispers, pulling me behind her by my belt. “Before someone sees us.” Before I knew it I was being dragged into the nearby women’s washroom. “We’re in luck! Nobody’s here. Hurry.” Taking me to the back corner stall Phoebe pulls me in then slams and locks the stall door behind me.

With time of the essence I do not delay. Sitting down on the toilet seat I hastily pull her skirt up to reveal her bulging cotton panties. Phoebe takes the fabric of her skirt from my to hug it against her belly leaving me free to pull down her sexy red lace panties, though not before I smooch the little bow on the front.

“Ohhh, fuck.” I sigh as her massive cock spills out into the open air. Still mostly soft it sways heavily before me. It had been half a year since I’d seen it for the first time and not once had this sight failed to get the blood surging to my little pecker. Thanking my luck at finding this hidden treasure for the millionth time I take her in my hand and wrap my watering mouth around her fat schlong. “Mmmmm.”

“Ohhhhhh, God! Babyyyy!” Gazing down into my eyes she strokes my hair. “That’s it my sexy mouth slut. Suck it. Suck that big cock. It’s allllll yours, baby.” With that her hand grips the back of my skull to pull me in as she pushes forward. Already mostly hard her thick shaft bends and bulges just a little as she forces her knob down my open throat.

“GLRGH!”

“Ohhhhhh, yesssss!” She sighs as her cock glides deeper. Tucking her skirt into the cloth belt of her dress she frees her other hand which comes to grab my head as well. Within a minute my baby girl is rock hard and feeding her full thirteen, girthy inches in and out of my sucking gullet.

“Glg! Glm! Mmm!” I deepthroat my lover blissfully nearly forgetting about our surroundings until the sound of the washroom door opening snaps me back into the moment.

Phoebe’s eyes widen as we hear another woman entering the room. Thinking quick she opens a few buttons of her dress, revealing her impressive cleavage in the process, then pulls the garment down over her shoulders to allow the back of her skirt to dip low enough to cover her feet and mine. Anyone peeking in from outside would now only see a curtain of pink below the stall. The ultra-girly hue of her dress however does give her away.

“Pheebs?” Says the woman I now recognized as Ria from HR.

Blushing harder than she already had been my fiance clears her throat then says sweetly. “Ree-ree?”

The pair exchange a bit of small talk as I quietly suck away even though my heart was pounding. As Ria enters the stall right next to us I pull the sides of Phoebe’s skirt back further while sliding my feet deeper between her legs to conceal my presence. Even ignoring the fact that I was giving head I found their conversation exceeding weird considering that we were in the toilet and they were chatting through a stall wall yet the pair of them carried on as if all was normal. The unspoken but well understood vow of silence from the Men’s Room clearly didn’t apply here.

After Ria washes her hands she says. “I heard Wes was meeting with management?

“Mm hm.” Phoebe squeaks as she was really starting to feel the effects of my blowie. This risky sex must have had her worked up as normally her stamina was downright superhuman.

“Do you know what it’s about?”

“Oh, I might have a clue.” Phoebe strokes my cheek as she gazes at me with pride. “But that’s his business to talk about.”

“Fair enough.” She says as she dries her hands. “Lunch tomorrow?”

“Sure, Ree-Ree. Whoooo.” She clamps her lips before she gives away her lust completely then peeps. “You bet!” The instant Ria had exited Phoebe pulls her long cock back through my lips. “Oh my God you’re good today.”

“Mmm.” I lick my wet lips. “You too!”

“He he he! I need you baby.”

I look up. “I’m yours.”

“Tell me I’m beautiful.”

“You’re beautiful!”

“Tell me you’re mine.”

“I am yours, baby. I am your man, your boy toy, I am yours forever.”

Her smile grows. “Tell me you love me.”

Looking deep into her gleaming green eyes I say with all of my heart. “I love you, Phoebe!”

“Ohhh, Wesley.” She gets a bit misty eyed as she always did when I say those words. “Get up, sexy. I’m gonna fuck you good!”

I didn’t need to be asked twice. I stand and spin around. Reaching around my waist Phoebe deftly unbuckles my belt, opens my trousers, then impatiently yanks down both pants and underwear to let them fall down around my shoes. Planting a hand in the center of my back she pushes me forward, bending me over the toilet. With my elbows against the wall I support myself while she begins to work the lube over, around and into my waiting hole. Once upon a time it would have taken some time to warm me up, once upon a time I was actually tight back there, but after six months of getting reamed two and three times a day my well used booty hole was taking four of her fingers with ease. I might not have been super tight anymore but my ass now fit my woman’s mammoth dimensions like a glove.

“Yeahh.” I hiss. “Yeah, baby. Ohhh fuck.” I bend my knees nearly to ninety degrees to get down into my petite partner’s range. Thankfully she’d fucked me standing more times than I could count, usually when she’d sneak up behind me in the kitchen, so my quads and glutes had been well honed to hold just this position for as long as needed. “Nnnnnnghhhh!” I groan as Phoebe skips with all the foreplay to skip straight to ramming her big cock deep into my ass. “Fuuuuuck!”

“Shhhhh.” She spanks my ass. “They’ll hear you in the hallway.”

“HAH!” I gasp as she grabs my long black hair and pulls.

“He he he! Baby! Shhhhhh!”

“Mmmmmm!” I groan through tightly pursed lips as she FILLS my hole to the hilt. Ohhhh, how I loved this moment of first penetration. To be filled again, to be stretched again, to feel her throb inside of me, and to feel her soft warm scrotum and big balls smother my taint and tickle my tackle. This might be just a cramped bathroom stall but right now it was heaven. If this was going to be my last day here what a memory to take with me out the door.

Grabbing my lean hip with her free hand Phoebe starts to fuck me in long, deep strokes. “Hahhh. Ohhhh. Ohhh, babyyyy.” Her lilting moans drive me wild. For a guy obsessed with feminine women blessed with huge dongs the combination of getting stuffed while hearing her soft voice and feeling her soft body pressing into me smashed that fetish button of mine as hard as her oak hard thickness was crushing my prostate. “Ohhhh my God I love you so muuuuch. Hmmmmm!”

I am lost in pleasure as Phoebe fucks me as hard and as fast as she dared so as not to have our bodies clap together. Though more restrained than usual the spicy risk of getting caught here more than makes up for the lack of hard clapping thrusts. She fucks me so deep…so good… so fucking good!

“Ohhhhh!” A groan escapes despite my attempts to stay quiet.

“I told you to be quiet, slut.” She spanks me again. “I still gotta work here, ya know.”

“Oh God! Ohhhhh!”

Realizing that I wouldn’t be able to contain my whorish moans Phoebe pulls my hair harder, folding me back toward her. With my back arched to the max she leans forward and claps a hand across my mouth. A moment later her other hand slaps over the first one. Holding tight she plows my ass harder than ever.

“Nnnmmm! Mmmmmm!” I moan through her hands as my new bent position allowed her to plunge even deeper! “Hmmmmm!”

With my pleasure nearly at its peak I start to thrust back against her, the motion causing my flapping cock to slap up against my stomach again and again to the rhythm of our bathroom banging. My nut was upon me already, as it usually was by now. When getting turned out by a cock the size of Phoebe’s I couldn’t help but cum even when I tried not to. It was only a few seconds later that the pressure building in my swaying balls busts and I begin to spray hot cum against the wall and down into the toilet bowl below.

“HNNNNMMMM!!!” I growl through a hard orgasm while my baby continues railing me hard and fast as she chased her own giddy climax.

“Yeah!” Letting go of my mouth with her right hand she reaches around and starts jerking my spitting manhood. “Shoot that little load baby. God, yes! Cum for me you beautiful slut!”

Trembling and writhing I am drained to the last gooey drop. “MMMMMMM!!!”

After milking my load both her hands return to my hips as she pursues her own finish. My palms and one cheek flat to the cold wall I focus on gripping at the tool hammering my insides. It was no more than a minute before I hear her high mewls take on a desperate edge.

“Yesss!” I whisper. “Give it to me! Fucking fill me up, baby girl!”

She slams balls deep and the first great throb of her orgasm pulses inside of me. “Ohhhhhhmmmmmmm!”

“Hahhhhh!” I sigh with a great smile as I feel that wonderful throb, throb, throb in my belly as Phoebe fills me with hot cum.

After her orgasm she pulls out, leaving me gaping as usual, and I spin around to take her into my arms. We spare a moment to hug, to kiss, and to whisper our love for each other before hastily cleaning up as best we could and pulling our clothes back into place. Once presentable we look at each other and giggle, feeling like we’d just gotten away with the perfect crime. I peer over the stall door to make double sure we were still alone then, after Phoebe ensured the coast was clear out in the hallway, we make our escape.

Both aglow we stand facing each other in the hall, her arms around my waist and mine around her shoulders, as we gaze. It was barely thirty seconds later when a group of three ladies from a neighboring office space shuffle past us and into the Lady’s Room. We watch them disappear through the door then giggle again.

“Close call.” I quip.

“He he he.”

With a happy sigh I kiss my perfect woman. “You’re right. I’m feeling way better now.”

“I know you would. He he he.” She says with a nose scrunch. “You ready?”

“Ready as I’ll ever be.” I say. “Ohhh, Phoebe. I fuckin love you.”

“You’re doing the right thing. For you. For us. I love you, Wesley I believe in you. This is the first day of the rest of our lives. And no matter how this ends up…I’ll be right here beside you. Always.” Running her hands up and down my chest she looks into my eyes. “Now go get’em tiger!”

The End