Forced On A Soft Path To A She 01

It's never a good idea to work with your ex. I should've considered this when one day in the office I was introduced to Vera -- a chubby girl with big curly hair and volatile personality with whom I've dated for a year -- and also my new colleague.

The meet was odd. We just shook hands and went on with work. But it made me reminiscence of our once fiery relationship -- the spark was mostly brought from her, the cooling and breaking up -- from me. She was one unstable, unsure and, to be honest, a little crazy girl. And mostly dressed as a goth which wasn't my thing.

Anyway it has been seven years from then and day after day working with her I realized she had grown. She was still a bit crazier than I liked but it was fine that we found a way to cooperate in the advertising business. Thankfully, she didn't show any sign that she was mad at me for the past.

Then, the Christmas party happened and my life turned around.

It all began with a bang from the champagne bottle. Our boss thanked us and ordered to relax as much as we could. I drank a lot this evening, which most surely made me take some stupid decisions.

Vera wore a fuzzy black chunky cowl neck sweater at the party. It was a good choice because we were free to use the terrace of the office and enjoy the great night city view. But her seat at the table was just in front of mine. This way I could enjoy a better view because I had a secret fetish about wool clothes. And the curved Vera had a way of stretching a knit.

As the night went on, Vera kept playing with her cowl collar more and more. It was driving me insane. We spoke about some old friends but the loud music was silencing us.

Then some ballad began and most of my male coworkers found a partner to invite for a dance. Suddenly, it was just me and Vera at the table. It was awkward, knowing she wasn't picked because of her size. I decided to man up and gave her a hand. She smiled, took it and we went to the improvised dance floor.

But it was a rushed decision to make. When my fingers dived in her black chunky knit and her big chest was pressed to mine, I felt a growing hardness in my pants. In a minute into the song, I couldn't hide it anymore. I looked up at Vera, who just smiled at me once more under her huge curls. I looked around, wondering how am I going to return to my seat like this.

-- Don't worry, Anton, I'll cover you! -- She suddenly said, while pressing herself to me.

I stared at her for a while, trying to figure out how much she understood about the place I was in. But the massive hard-on between us just couldn't be ignored.

-- Just calm down and it'll all be fine! -- She blinked at me.

I took a deep breath and let it out. It helped.

-- I'm sorry! -- I said.

-- You shouldn't be! I bet it's not often for you to see what you truly like.

I looked at her for a moment, worried. We broke up mostly because she caught me jerking in a sweater of hers and I just wanted to run as far as I could from her. So, in a way, she knew about my secret.

-- Oh, don't get that face! I remember the old days and what you did. And don't worry, I've kept it to myself.

I just nodded in gratitude. I knew I had to get away from Vera at this point but I was like stuck to her softness.

-- I was wondering through all those years, what it's like to be in your place. Do you have a girl or something?

-- No -- I barely said.

-- Is it hard to find one with your... Thing?

-- Vera, please, it's not the time...

She hugged me closer. I felt her lips next to my ear. My hard-on was badly pressed between us.

-- You can talk to me. I'm sure there aren't many people in your life, knowing about this.

-- There aren't.

We danced for a moment in silence.

-- Do you like this sweater? -- Vera asked curiously.

I was too drunk to think of a proper lie. So I just nodded.

-- Did you want to touch it throughout the party?

-- Yes.

My hands unintentionally squeezed the knit.

-- And how is it like?

-- Wonderful!

-- That night, when I caught you with my sweater, I was ready to listen, you know? I wasn't judging.

-- Sorry about that. I shouldn't have done what I've done.

-- You should be sorry, but that wasn't the point.

-- The song's about to end soon. What shall we do? -- I looked down, though I only saw her massive chest.

-- Follow me! -- She said and while still dancing, she slowly led me towards our table.

Then, when there was nobody looking, she just let go of me. I ran to my place and sat on the chair in the corner.

-- You alright? -- I heard her asking.

-- Yes.

I emptied my glass of whiskey. This time, Vera sat next to me.

-- Did you calm down?

I looked at my crotch.

-- No. I don't think I will.

-- I don't remember the last time someone was hard for me. It's a compliment.

-- I don't know what to say.

Most of my colleagues decided to go to some club. The rest kept dancing alongside my boss. Only a few were sitting but none at our table.

-- I'm hot -- Vera said and with this she pulled her left sleeve down so that her shoulder popped up. -- And also, in need to thank you.

-- What?

But before I knew it, she let her left sleeve fall all the way down over her fingers. It was the closer one to me. Then she moved her chair to mine and threw her sleeve over my crotch.

-- For giving me the pleasure of being hard for me, you can enjoy my sweater more!

I lifted my hands above her resting sleeve and looked around. It was dark but we weren't invisible. Vera moved a vase with flowers in front of us to hide us, but still this was too crazy.

-- No, Vera! Don't!

-- Anton, I really don't mind!

-- But Vera...

-- How many times in your life this kind of experience will be presented to you? C'mon, it's just a sleeve!

A big fuzzy chunky sleeve, laying on my crotch, with Vera's hand deep inside. It was just too tempting.

I unzipped my jeans and felt the softness of it. Heavenly tickle went through my body! Next to me, Vera ate a piece of cake with her other hand.

I gently rubbed myself onto the knit. I pulled some more wool inside the zipper and played with myself. Some blonde from the upper floor was inviting my boss for a dance while his secretary was ordering more drinks. A couple from the front office was flirting on the table at the far end. And I was jerking myself in Vera's fluffy sleeve.

I pulled more, almost revealing her breast. She had a tank top underneath but the chunk of flesh that it was holding was impressive. I couldn't help myself but to pull more and shove it inside my jeans.

-- Wow, there, tiger! Don't make a mess! -- Vera said with a full mouth.

This brought me back to reality but then I noticed her left shoulder strap from the tank top falling down. Then my hands pulled again, as if they were on their own. The tank top was sliding down with her collar. The big sweater was quite stretched. I saw more of her left breast and went for it.

I pulled again and again until only her nipple wasn't out. It was one massive breast to hide by just a vase.

-- OK! That's enough! -- Vera pulled her sleeve back. But I couldn't let go. -- Anton, cut it out!

Vera pulled harder. She realized I wasn't about to free her sweater, not to mention from all the struggle, her other shoulder popped out.

-- I'll let you have the whole thing if you stop now! -- Vera almost shouted at me.

It took me a moment to understand what she was telling me before I stopped. I had to endure a hard edge in order to let go.

Vera arranged her sweater back on. She was giving me a fiery look but didn't seem very mad. She took a last bite of her cake, grabbed her coat and purse and stood up.

-- C'mon! Let's head out!

I barely zipped myself and I followed.

Away from the party, I thought she was bringing me to her place. I thought for a moment how my colleagues would mock me the next day for spending the night with the plump girl. But now I didn't care and just followed the sweater like a puppy.

Vera passed by the elevator. I wondered where she was taking me. We walked down the hallway, until she reached the janitor's storage room. It was unlocked and she slid inside. With beating heart, I did the same.

Inside was a mess. It didn't seem like anything had a place.

Vera closed the door behind. She placed her coat and purse on a table and turned to me.

-- You're going to feel my sweater all dressed? C'mon, let me see some skin, Anton!

I undressed, but only the top half.

Vera wasn't pleased.

-- Everything!

-- Vera, it's too risky! The others are still over there.

I could hear music and laughter from the party.

She made a face and said:

-- Fine!

Vera undressed the black sweater and gave it to me.

-- Dress it!

-- Really?

-- Don't you want it?

I looked at it. I thought she was going to let me finish what I started under the table earlier. But actually having it on me was an interesting idea.

I put it on and arranged the big cowl neck. It smelled of her perfume. The knit was both soft and itchy, definitely not made to wear on bare skin. The sweater was too big for me, but the loose feel was nice.

Vera walked around me and started looking for something. I think someone called the elevator not far away from us.

-- Don't look! -- She said with playful voice behind me. I was more worried if the one who called the elevator could hear us. But I should've been worried about Vera. Because out of nowhere she pulled my hands behind and tied them with something.

-- What the... -- I looked back to see my wrists bound with a rubber tie. It was over the sleeves so I was trapped in the sweater. -- What's this for?

Vera just kept smiling and went in front. Then slowly she undressed me completely, leaving me only with the sweater on.

-- What are you doing? -- I was trying to hide myself but it was impossible.

-- Letting you enjoy my sweater properly.

-- What does this mean?

-- Anton, don't be scared! You won't do what I haven't!

-- What?

She put a finger on the top of my hard-on. It twitched.

-- This is one of my most expensive sweaters. It's very feminine.

Vera was walking around me, caressing the sweater. It was one good feeling.

-- It's so feminine that sometimes I feel like it's driving me to be more girly, don't you think?

I shook my head. What was happening?

She grabbed my cowl collar and pulled it down. I tried to stay on my feet but she kept pulling until I was on my knees.

-- Vera!

She giggled.

-- Stay down! -- Vera came in front of me. Her big belly was sweaty. -- Now open your mouth!

-- What? No!

-- Open or I'll open it for you! -- She said with a sensual voice.

I don't know why but after some hesitation I opened.

She crouched before me.

-- It's a simple thing I want you to do! -- She waved two fingers on my face.

-- No!

-- Anton, c'mon! I'm just helping you reveal your sexuality! I've always thought this game is fit for you.

-- No, it's not!

-- Open wide!

The feel of soft wool all over me was making me weak somehow. So I found myself with slightly open lips. Why was I doing this?

Vera slowly pushed her two fingers in my mouth, along my tongue and down the throat. I choked and she went out.

-- See, nothing scary!

Actually, her smile was scary. But I couldn't tell her this, because she pushed her fingers again, but deeper. This time, when I coughed, she didn't go out. Instead Vera's fingers got stuck in my throat. I backed but she held me with her other hand. I couldn't breathe before she finally let go off me.

I started coughing and choking badly. Saliva landed all over my chin and collar.

-- Let's spice things up!

I watched her helplessly as she opened her purse and took out a lipstick. I felt like this wasn't happening to me. As if I was somewhere else and this is just a bad dream.

So I did nothing when she put lipstick on my lips. I felt its taste and how slimy it was.

-- What are you doing to me?

-- I'll help you discover a new you.

-- I don't want to go on with this. You hear me, Vera?

But she turned her back on me. She found a long brush with plastic handle and came back.

-- Open! -- She pointed at my mouth.

-- No!

-- You're going to like it more than you think!

-- No, I won't! -- I said, trying to go as far from her as I can on my knees.

-- But you're dressed in my soft sweater, babe! Your obligation is to act as feminine as you can!

-- Vera, what's wrong with you? I don't want to act feminine!

-- What if I show you, you do want it!

-- No, no! -- I felt my back against the wall as she was closing with the round plastic handle to my face. I couldn't help but make a comparison with a dildo.

-- Open or it will hurt!

-- No!

But Vera was already holding my head and she pushed the handle in my teeth. They hurt so I had to open my mouth. Then the handle got shoved deep inside my throat. I struggled to fight it but there was nowhere to go with my hands tied behind my back.

-- Just calm your throat and you'll take it painlessly! -- Vera instructed me.

I had no choice but to obey. Then I felt the plastic going deeper inside my aching throat.

-- See: your hardness just got bigger! -- I saw her looking down at my intimates while I was unable to see it for myself. -- I told you, you'll like this!

The handle got pulled away just to return again inside my throat. Deeper and deeper. I closed my eyes, hoping this is really a dream, but it wasn't. Tears and saliva were dripping from my face. I couldn't believe this was really what women felt when they were deepthroating. It was hell!

But my body had another opinion on the matter. My hard-on was brutal! I could feel it grow and grow like never before. The more I struggled, the bigger it got.

Suddenly, Vera stopped.

-- Now, be gentle to it!

She placed the handle on my wet chin. I realized I was a mess.

-- Vera, let me out!

-- But you're not done.

-- This is insane!

-- I've done this many times. Even to you, remember?

I looked at her with a guilty face.

-- I took you deep, so you can take me now, right?

-- No, it's...

-- What, it's different when you're a man? Do you know how many cocks I had to take in like this, just because I don't have the body of that blonde, dancing with our boss?

I had nothing to say to this. In the meantime, Vera dragged the handle all over my face.

-- Take your tongue out and appreciate my efforts!

I looked at her. She seemed determined and a bit angry.

-- Take it out or I'll call the others to come and see you!

-- What? You wouldn't!

Vera looked at me for a moment, then went up and walked to the door. I panicked.

-- OK, come back! Please, Vera, come back!

She removed a hair from her face and looked at me.

-- You suck this as if it's literally mine!

I nodded in despair. I wanted to cry.

Vera came to me and placed the round handle in the middle of her pants. Like a cock.

-- As I said -- be gentle now!

I thought about all those people at the party. Then I closed my eyes and took my tongue out.

-- No! You've got to look at me, baby! I want to see your eyes.

I took a moment and opened them.

-- Now, blow me like a good girl!

I looked up at her. She had a mean smile. This scared me even more so I began licking the handle as gently as I could.

-- Yes! That's the way! -- She said.

I kept working my tongue on the plastic handle until I saw her reaching for something. I was so focused on the fake cock that I almost missed that she had taken her phone out of her purse and taking pictures of me.

I was shocked and backed away.

Vera's phone kept making clicking sounds of a picture taken.

-- You... You... You didn't really... -- I was on a brink of a panic attack.

-- Oh, yes, I did! Many times! Your messy face, sucking this handle like a whore -- on my phone and in the cloud, right... Now! -- She placed her index finger on her phone and a sliding sound was made.

-- What?

-- I just wanted to preserve this precious moment of us back together.

-- Us back together?

-- I don't think you'll consider looking at another woman after you sucked my cock!

-- Are you... Are serious?

-- Yes. Consider it as a beginning of an adventure -- us exploring our sexuality!

-- No! Vera, erase the photos!

-- But why? So that you could return to your normal self and jerk into women's sweaters? This is so much more fun! I wanted to give you this even when we were a couple but you backed down. It's a gift, Anton! I'll reveal you who you are.

I was too scared to ask what happens if I don't agree. I was so embarrassed that I couldn't even talk anymore.

-- Now, let's finish what you started!

She closed and shoved the handle in my throat once again. I had no choice but to submit. Otherwise, those photos would probably be all over the web.

-- I like those eyes of yours, popping out when I shove myself into you! Now, let's try and keep it in!

Vera drove the handle in my throat and kept it there. She kept it and she kept it. Soon I was out of air. My face was probably all red right now.

Vera took some more pictures of me like that. Then she pulled the handle out and I almost puked on the ground. A wave of mess just came out blasting from my mouth.

I was so scared and in the meantime so aroused that I couldn't think properly.

-- Now be a nice whore and take it all the way in!

I looked at her, shaking from so many sensations that it was impossible to describe them. But her calling me a whore clicked something in my mind and I opened wide.

-- That's my slut!

The handle went once again deep inside, destroying my throat. I never believed something can go so deep inside a human's body. But it did. And it kept going. I was breathless but it still kept going. The lack of air was making me twist and struggle but it still kept going. I was about to faint but it still kept going.

Until it couldn't go any further.

-- That's right, baby! Now keep it in! Keep it in! You're so sweet deepthroating me like that. You're beautiful, you know! You are one beautiful sweater girl, aren't you?

She smacked my face, helping me not to lose consciousness.

-- But you're not just any sweater girl, right? You are my sweater girl. Oh, yes, baby, you are!

She caressed my cheek while my head was pressed onto the wall behind. I felt I'm close to cum. Then she pulled out and a new messy wave dropped from my pity mouth.

I took such a deep breath that it hurt. I lost my balance and fell on the floor.

In the blur of my full of tears vision, I noticed Vera was walking to her coat. She dressed it and took her purse.

-- I'll see you in the morning! If I awake in time for work, of course!

She laughed and to my unbelieving eyes, Vera went out of the room.

I stared at the door, trying to realize what was happening. I was tied, helpless, half-naked and wearing only Vera's fuzzy sweater on the floor of an unlocked storage room in the middle of an office building. Not to mention I had lipstick all over my messy face.

I tried to get up but with my hands behind, it was hard. After some nasty bumps to the table and on the floor, I managed to stand up. Then I went to the door and leaned on it, trying to prevent it opening with my weight. I looked around but there was no key to lock it. I couldn't help but notice my massive hanging purple erection which I liked in more ways I want to admit.

Someone giggled in the hall on the other side of the door, not far from me. I stopped breathing. I recognized the blonde's voice from the party. She was going out with somebody. The responses of her giggling were from the voice of my boss. I heard them coming closer. I leaned to the door as hard as I could.

They passed me by and went down the hall. My boss unlocked his personal office and they went in. I could hear them doing it for the next ten minutes. My heart was about to explode from fear of being found while the two of them were having the fun I wanted to have with Vera.