She reached down and pulled up her skirt. "Make me cum in the next five minutes, and the job is yours."
Sarah's eyes nearly popped out of her head. The massive prong filled the space between Dikwell's legs, wrist thick and forearm long, and still soft! But as impressive as the Futanari's cock was, her balls was even more so. Both orange-sized orbs sat at the bottom of a swollen sack that dangled nearly to the woman's knees.
"The clock is ticking, Miss Niagara," Miss Dikwell chided. "I recommend that you get down there and start sucking."
"Uh yes," Sarah said, regaining her composure and kneeling swiftly. "It's just, your cock is much bigger than anything I've ever seen." She allowed a hint of smoky lust to enter her voice. Miss Dikwell smiled, a pleased light gleaming in her eyes, but moments later her face was back to business as usual. Clearly, Joanne Dikwell had a firm grasp on her emotions. But, like a man, she also liked to be told all about how big her dick was.
Despite her considerable sexual experience, Sarah was somewhat daunted by the task before her. Hesitantly, she reached out to grip the huge Futa cock around the base. It immediately began to harden in her hand. She could feel the other woman's pulse under her palm:
Thrum THRUM, thrum THRUM
steadily increasing. Sarah could only imagine the amount of blood it must take to stiffen such a massive rod.
But stiffen it did. Within seven heartbeats the thing had hardened to its full fourteen inch length. As her mouth descended on the broad, flared head, the musky smell and taste washed over her, making her moisten.
"Remember, Miss Niagara, the purpose of this exercise is to make me cum as quickly as possible, NOT to give me the best blowjob of my life. Relieving me in this way will be one of your primary duties... IF I hire you."
Sarah nodded, trying to push the woman's cock deeper into her mouth. Deepthroating something this big and hard was out of the question, unfortunately, so she settled on the next best thing. She climbed to her feet, bending over so that she was sucking from above and braced her hands on the other woman's thighs to steady herself. Then she forced her mouth down as far as it would go. The soft, broad cockhead pushed against the back of her throat, making her gag and her mouth water. That was the key. She pulled back to the tip and ran her hands over where her mouth had been.
Not enough. Sarah gagged herself on the other woman's cock again. Again. Finally, she had enough hot, sloppy saliva to work with.
She got back on her knees. Her hands gripped the slick, hot surface of Miss Dikwell's shaft and began to pump up and down, up and down the whole length, from the base to the flare. Simultaneously, Sarah focused her oral attentions on the giant cockhead. It was quite large enough to fill her mouth by itself. She sucked, slurped, bobbed her head and swirled her tongue for all she was worth, all while furiously jacking the spit soaked shaft with her hands. If this technique didn't get the woman off, nothing would.
As she sucked furiously on the broad head, she noted that compared to the rest of Miss Dikwell's iron-hard shaft, it was surprisingly soft and squishy. As if it was meant to soften the inexorable blows of this mighty meat hammer. She gently allowed her teeth to scrape the underside of it, and was rewarded with a slight shiver in the other woman's legs.
Now that her technique was under way, Sarah glanced up at the Futanari, curious. When she was with other women, Sarah loved to make them scream, moan, convulse, and completely lose control. A woman's groans of pleasure were music to her ears. With men, of course, it was different. She preferred her men passionate but calm, in control of both themselves and of her. From the Futanari, she wasn't sure exactly what she wanted. Not that it was about her anyway.
When Sarah looked up, though, she found that Joanne Dikwell very much embodied her male sexual ideal of control. The woman was visibly relaxed, leaning back in her chair taking long, slow breaths that caused her ample chest to heave just slightly. The ghost of a superior smirk played around the corners of her mouth as she looked down at Sarah, meeting her eyes.
Sarah had seen that tiny half smirk before on some of her most potent male lovers. It was a very subtle expression of dominance, not overtly degrading. A microagression, of sorts. It was like a voice whispering in the wind, soft but distinct. She could almost hear it.
Cocksucker. You are a cocksucker.
.
Sarah's pussy immediately went into full Niagara Falls mode. Her panties would be ruined, of course. She would have sighed, if her mouth hadn't been full to the brim with dick meat.
Soon, however the Futanari's body began to show signs of her impending orgasm. Her breathing became just a touch less regular, her grip on the armrests of her chair a bit harder. Her left foot began to softly tap the floor.
"Miss Niagara," Joanne Dikwell said in a voice that showed absolutely no sign of the considerable strain she must have felt. "I am going to ejaculate soon. Within the next thirty seconds I should think. Be forewarned, it has been..." she glanced at her watch. "...three hours since my last ejaculation. There is going to be quite a lot. Swallow as much as you can."
Sarah took her hands off of the shaft of the woman's cock and instead cupped her balls. Up until now she had neglected the Futanari's massive swinging stud sack in favor of stimulating her shaft. But now she could give these tangerine-sized testicles at least a fraction of the attention they deserved. She cupped a ball in each hand, lifting and squeezing gently and marveling at the sheer size and weight of them.
Sarah watched closely, eager to see if Joanne Dikwell's iron self-control broke during her peak. It did, a little. She threw her head back, emitting a quiet groan as a muscle in her neck spasmed. Her legs tensed up like she was trying to push her feet through the floor and her back arched slightly, pushing her cock a few more inches into Sarah's mouth in the process.
Sarah felt distinctly satisfied as she watched the other woman in the throes of climax. She did so love making women cum. But then, the Futanari's mango-nuts jumped upward out of her hands. That snapped her out of her reverie just in time to face the flood of biblical proportions coming down on her.
The first spurt was incredibly forceful. Sarah coughed and sputtered, losing half of it down her chin before she could frantically swallow and prepare for the next chowder-gush. She handles the second spurt with more alacrity, losing only a small trickle, and by the third spurt she had the process down. She allowed each gush to fill her mouth, swallowing frantically between spurts. It wasn't easy. Each time her cheeks bulged with the sheer volume of the cock crème before she could swallow. But it was doable.
But she was focusing so hard on swallowing that she forgot to breathe. Finally she chose to pull her mouth off of the massive Futanari prong rather than asphyxiate. The final two shots splattered against her face, thick spunk coating her forehead and cheeks and gluing her left eye shut. She gasped for breath.
Now that she wasn't so focused on frantically swallowing semen, Sarah was, for the first time able to taste, really taste, what was in her mouth.
Sarah had grown fond of the flavor of men's cum, but it was an acquired taste, built more of positive associations rather than the actual flavor. This, on the other hand was... delicious. Objectively delicious. Deep, rich, thick, creamy and sweet. It was like an expensive dessert. She would have expected to pay fifty dollars for a small cup of this at a five star restaurant and been completely satisfied with the purchase because it was just. So.
Good
!
She licked the last drops of cum from Miss Dikwell's piss slit and then closed her mouth around the head and sucked out the dregs. In part, she did this because she knew it was expected of her. But mostly she just wanted more cum.
After that, she sat back on her heals. For a long moment, just sat there, staring at the gigantic genetalia that she knew would be at the center of her life from now on. At last, she raised her eyes to look at the Futanari's face.
For the first time, Joanne Dikwell's expression held genuine warmth.
"You're hired."
