Author's Note: This story is based on, and dedicated to, one of my favourite voice artists on an online forum. If you're a regular on the sub like I am, you might have no trouble figuring out who she is. My longest story yet, it took me a long while to finish and edit. It is also a bit of a departure from the themes of my earlier work. I've made extrapolations and taken creative liberties where I felt the need. The fantasies and fetishes mentioned here obviously shouldn't be taken as a judgement of character, mine or my muse's. Hope you enjoy reading it. Feedback and constructive criticisms are always welcome - Astro.
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I looked at my reflection in the mirror one last time to check I had no stray hairs poking out of my beard. The knot in my tie was okay, just like it had been five minutes ago. And my shirt wasn't billowing out over the top of my pants, yet. All good. I was over-contemplating my turnout, I told myself, to cover for my general anxiety about the first day at work. I'd been recently offered employment at a high-profile finance think-tank. This post was a huge step-up from all of my previous profiles, and not just considering the massive pay raise. This was the six-figure job I'd only ever dreamed of. But to be honest, I wasn't sure what to expect. They didn't exactly dole out these positions in their company. On paper, I had a decent variety of qualifications and experience, and I guess I interview well, too. But I never thought I'd get an offer from them. But here I was, riding a lift to the fortieth floor of a skyscraper, a little more an hour after my frantic final checks in the bathroom mirror.
I was given a general tour of the office space, and was introduced to my would-be colleagues. We were supposed to be working in a small team - five people, including the team leader, who was currently away on a vacation in Bali. I struck a chord with my teammates from day one. They all seemed to be cool people. Exceptionally talented at work and laid-back. On the very first weekend after I joined the company, we all went out for drinks. I sussed out common interests with each of them, and they seemed glad to have an additional member to ease their workloads. I liked my tasks too, which involved examining global agricultural innovations, and reporting on the performance of international start-ups in the scene. Things were going great.
Our team leader got back to work about ten days after I joined. I'd only met her once before, on the interview panel. On that day, I'd been anxious but trying to keep cool. I had no hopes of being offered the job anyway, so I treated it as good practice for future interviews. The lone woman on the panel - Dulcie Lopez - shook my hand and informed me that she was heading the team to which the short-listed candidate would be assigned. She spoke little throughout the interview, and at the end smiled politely at me before I turned to leave the room. Out of everyone on the panel, she was the one I seemed to have made the least impression on. On the day of her return from her holiday, Miss Lopez -
Please, call me Dulcie
- invited me into her office to catch up. After the initial small talk, Dulcie asked me how a report - due at the end of my first month - was coming along. Straight to the point, just like that. From what my teammates had told me, Dulcie had been with the company for a little under four years, yet had risen up the ranks faster than anyone else had. A textbook jet-setting executive, she had a long list of qualifications and degrees from numerous prestigious universities. As a leader, she was efficient and effective. Sharp, goal-oriented, tenacious, passionate and unreserved in praise or criticism - she had a no-nonsense air about her. I respected that. She was also of mixed heritage, Portugese-Malay/Indonesian and spoke with accent which had hints of British, North American and South-East Asian mixed in. Short - about 5'1" - and curvy with ample proportions, I'd seen Dulcie stare down hotshot execs a whole head taller than her when it came to defending her management decisions.
I have a history of close relationships with women slightly older than me. I seem to connect with and befriend them with more ease than I do people my age or younger. But with Dulcie it was different. I couldn't get a bead on her. While she wasn't manoeuvring management or laying out tasks for us, she stayed reserved. Her personal life remained largely a mystery, and she masterfully dodged any questions pertaining to hobbies, inclinations, and interests - romantic and otherwise. It wasn't that she was frigid, she was just... stoic. The only thing anyone really knew about her was her love for tea and heavy metal (as one of my colleagues found out while sitting next to her in an airport lounge, the tinny audio leaking out from Dulcie's headphones). Quite the contrast. Understandably, I wasn't the only one left gathering my wits when she was around.
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A small, but significant hint of Dulcie's sexuality presented itself a few months into my posting. One afternoon at the office, I finished a section of an upcoming presentation and needed to run it by her. I walked to her office down the corridor. Dulcie had an open-doors policy, and anyone wanting to meet with her could just knock on her door, which she kept slightly ajar, and walk in. I rapped my knuckles twice on the wood, then swung the door open.
Her office was empty, but I knew she'd come in today. I walked back out, and up the corridor past the meeting rooms. These rooms were set aside for internal conferencing, be it face-to-face or via phone. Soundproofed and walled with frosted glass, they needed to be booked for use beforehand. I glanced over the frosted section of the glass as I walked by one, and found Dulcie sitting inside, unaccompanied. She had her laptop open in front of her, and headphones plugged in. She was facing away from the door. I knocked on the door, but she didn't respond. Probably couldn't hear me. I pressed down on the handle and opened it just enough to stick my head in.
"Dul- "
My words caught in my mouth as I heard her talking. At first I thought she was on a call, but the audible gasps and whimpers coming from her indicated otherwise. She couldn't have been in pain, because nobody in agony punctuates their sentences with "fuck yeah" and "oh that feels good" - unless it's sexual agony, of course. One of her hands was holding the mic of her earphones to her mouth, and the other one moved jerkily under the table. But it was the smell which hung in the air that gave her away.
It was the unmistakeable scent of arousal.
"You can learn... what it feels like to fuck my tight asshole."
Was she skyping with a hookup? I squinted at her screen. No video.
"Treat me like a whore. I need to feel you driving your cock inside me... oohhhh yeeeesssss give it to your whore aunt."
Reddit. That's what lay open on her screen.
"I'm almost there. Pull my hair, just like that" she panted.
Next to her laptop was her phone, the screen showing visualiser bars that flickered with her words. She was recording.
"just a bit more... make sure...
all of you
gets in me... yeaaahhhHHHHH..."
Her breath suddenly caught in her throat and she started shuddering. A high-pitched whine came out of her throat as she orgasmed on her chair. From my vantage point I could see the side of her face, and it was contorted with sweet suffering.
I ducked back out. I calmly walked back to my cubicle and waited for her to come out of the meeting room. After ten minutes, she exited the room and closed the door behind her. A puzzled expression crossed her face.
Realised you'd forgotten to lock it, did you?
She nevertheless went back to her office. I waited a further five minutes and followed her. The door was ajar. Knocking on it, I stuck my head in.
"Hey Dulcie, I needed to run my slides by you..."
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For the next week I scoured the gonewildaudio subreddit for any post relating to aunt-nephew incest fantasies. There were a bunch of them - some really good ones too (my bedroom and shower stall saw a lot of action during those seven days) - but none with the monologue I'd heard in the meeting room. I almost gave up, but on the eight day, as I randomly opened up the subreddit at work, I found a new post titled "Son, please don't fuck your aunt." The person who posted it went by the username 'BoxDeLaCandy'.
Bingo.
I clicked through the profile and confirmed my suspicions. There she was, in all her slutty glory. Dulcie. Her audios were a mix of vanilla and fetish-inclined. Her voice, which was usually low and authoritative in the office, was higher-pitched - and frankly, cute - in this anonymous playground. That is, unless she was role-playing as a seductive aunt or a sinful nun. Sexually wholesome, then.
I put on my earphones and started listening to one of the audios she'd posted, in which she role-played as a woman bound to a pedestal under a swinging blade (
a la
Edgar Allan Poe), and forced to orgasm to save her from being chopped to pieces. Her fervent pleading to her kidnapper, interspersed with her body betraying her was making my work trousers tighter by the second - until 'BoxDeLaCandy' walked up to my cubicle in person.
