Story contains: A woman with an outrageously massive cock and balls, docking (aka penis-in-penis), a glory hole and lots of Futa cum.
Part 1: Too Big for Glory
It was a Wednesday night at Turpo's Bar. The place was pretty quiet, only a couple patrons floating about the place, most of them regulars. I was behind the bar, it was the second of my eight hour shift and I had completed all the required daily cleaning tasks. Now I polished the countertop and watched the AFL game on the screens. Not a popular sport outside Australia, but it was a Wednesday and Frank, one of the regulars, always asked for it.
I was supposed to have someone on with me, a coworker called Divya. But Divya often showed up late, and today she was only 10 minutes behind, which wasn't too bad by her standards.
There was a screech of tires from outside. Somebody had pulled up hard to the curb. Moments later there was slamming of doors and indecipherable yelling. I could make out a few words, and one of the people yelling was definitely Divya. It sounded like her and her current boyfriend were having it out. Not an uncommon occurrence, but today was pretty bad by the sound of it. Something about contributing to the house maybe? Hard to say exactly.
The bar door swung open and Divya came hurrying in, her cheeks streaked with tears, her full face of makeup now partially ruined. I sighed internally as I realized this would be another half hour in the work bathroom to clean herself up. But hey, it was a Wednesday, so the place was dead. I decided to let it go.
She gave me a quick apologetic "Sorry" in her lilting voice as she bustled past. From outside the sound of a door slamming and a car racing off from the curb could be clearly heard.
I smiled weakly in response and watched her go. Divya took care of her appearance, she never showed up for work in anything less than full makeup and a carefully chosen outfit that usually showed off quite a bit of her very full figure. Today she wore a tight black skirt that went down just past her knees, and tightly cupped her big round ass. The sway of her walk resulted in her fat cheeks bouncing about hypnotisingly.
My eyes were not the only ones to follow her. In fact, I was certain more than a few regulars were only so because of her. They knew her scheduled work days and never came in when she wasn't here. The owner, a decent enough guy called Mark, was also quite aware of this. It was why he gave her regular hours and put up with her being late and other small performance problems. She drew in customers.
I'd been working at Turpo's for about 3 months at this point. I'd worked with Divya a lot, but we never really connected much. I can probably blame myself for that, she's a very intimidatingly attractive woman and I'm pretty shy. She's South Indian by descent, with the melodious voice to match and hints of an inherited accent, Divya was apparently the child of immigrants and thus, first generation American. Her physical features were what made her impressive, seeing that she stood just a little over six foot tall, had the aforementioned truckload of booty, also possessed very large seemingly natural breasts, but most of all...
She had a huge cock.
When I say huge, I need you to understand, Divya's glans literally rubbed against her knee as she walked. She didn't bother hiding it (and I'm honestly not sure she could have), and her tremendous bulge would balloon out of every outfit she wore. But not only was it as long as her thigh, it was thick too. Wearing a skirt like she was that day, her cock, crammed in and held down as it was, looked like she had stuffed a pillow between her legs.
She was always careful to not actually show the beast. I had no idea if she wore underwear that covered it or just made sure to keep it just out of eyesight under her revealing outfits. She definitely wore some kind of underwear though, because I could see it stretched over her expansive ass under her tight skirt.
While Divya cleaned herself up I kept polishing the counter, my mind lost in daydreams about my coworker's incredible body. I served a couple more drinks and one or two more patrons wandered on in. I had assignments to do for uni, that I had planned on working on while things were quiet, but that idea always went out the window whenever Divya walked in. I just wouldn't be able to focus while I was working with her, and it would take quite a vigorous jacking off session to get her off my mind later too.
Divya came back roughly 45 minutes later, her makeup fixed and her outfit straightened up. She had an angular, slightly crooked nose that always caught me off guard with its shape. I shamefully admitted to myself that it was probably because I spent so much time looking everywhere but her face. But I found it made her even more beautiful.
She had her smile back on now and was in full blown work mode. She greeted all the regulars and brought them refills, then upsold them on snacks too. She was good at the job in a way I would never be. It wasn't just that she was insanely sexually attractive, like a living breathing fountain of pheromones, she also knew the customers and how to interact with them in just the right way.
Frank, for example, was a happily married man. He used the excuse of watching the footy to come to the bar, but it was easy to see he came so he could see Divya. In particular his eyes always lingered on her large breasts. So Divya played him perfectly. She would come to the table opposite from him and lean over so her deep cleavage would be on full display, and the beautiful bronze skin of her udders would be bursting out and overflowing the edges of the top she wore. Even when she was wearing a loose, flowing top with her skirt, like today, she would be (rather bravely) braless, and her breasts would swing about heavily as she moved, pressing against the soft fabric in enticing ways, with her thick nipples poking out noticeably. She never got too close to Frank, nor tried to be overly flirtatious. He was a stubborn guy who loved his wife of many years, and would have firmly rejected any advances despite being obviously taken with Divya.
Then there was Manny. He was another regular, but far more flirtatious and playful than Frank. Manny's eyes always followed Divya's front-facing endowment, and she would saunter over to him with her head high and crotch pushed out as far as she could manage without her walk looking silly. Her monstrous thick penis didn't really need the help though. The way she bulged against the fabric confining her reminded me of how Olympic swimmers would skim below the water without breaking the surface. The tables were just tall enough that Divya could press her crotch against the edge, and by lifting herself a little before doing so, she intensified the swollen mound of cock so much that it looked like it was trying to burst out and introduce itself. A situation that I don't doubt Manny would've quite enjoyed. Divya always knew just the right amount of flirting to do before breaking off. She never went far enough to let Manny think he had a shot, but was never so cold as to make him think there was no hope. Honestly it was like watching an artist, seeing how she played the customers. Her tips at the end of the night always dwarfed mine. I might've been upset but it was hard not to acknowledge that she earned them with her skill at working the customers.
The night wore on, things went a bit faster with Divya around, as I lost many minutes fantasizing about what it would be like to suck on her huge tits or squeeze my own cock into her.
I had a complicated thought process when it came to her cock though. I've never been interested in men, and cocks aren't really my thing, or at least, cocks on guys. I hadn't really understood what a dickgirl or futanari was before I started working with Divya, but once I did, I became very confused. There was something incredibly... intensely sexual about her huge penis. It was lewd, obscene, vulgar. Thinking about a woman having such an instrument excited me, but at the same time I had no idea what I would do with a cock if ever presented one for sexual gratification. Suck it maybe? Divya's was far too large for that though. The idea of trying to put even the tip of that thing in my mouth was laughable. So I mostly just contented myself imagining other things about her, and tried to leave that aspect alone.
Around 11pm the place had nearly emptied. We had one final patron nursing a drink at the bar, but he was getting ready to head out. Divya was sitting at one of the tables watching the music video that was now playing on the screens. I don't know what came over me, but I had a sudden reckless urge to talk to her. Sure, talking isn't anything to get hyped about, but I've always been shy. I wandered over and sat next to her. She looked at me, waiting for me to speak.
"Hey" I said.
