Jt X Caroline PT1.
Caroline sits at her desk, reading over the file she has on Jt, a janitor who's been seen with multiple women and one day makes a suggestion to her personally which prompted today's meeting. She brushes back her white hair behind her ears and tugs on her skirt, ensuring she's not showing any skin. Jt's words still ring in her head as someone knocks on the door and he pops his head in. “Miss Caroline? You wanted to see me?”
“Yes,” She motions him inside. “Please, have a seat.” He nods, comes inside, and begins playing with his shoe as he leans his ass on the wall near the light switch.
“Thanks, let me get something from my shoe.” Quickly he moves his leg in front of his tail to hide it turning off the lights before they just as quickly come back on, blinding Caroline. “Oooh, sorry!”
“Can you please be more careful?” She rubs her eyes and looks down at her desk. Something feels off about the papers laying on but shakes the thoughts away and focuses on why Jt’s here in the first place. “Now then,” She begins as Jt sits down. “Do you remember when you suggested to a female coworker they should let their huge, floppy titties hang out?” She leans forward, making her breasts pop out against her sweater. “Because they looked so uncomfortable wearing a bra all day?”
“What I heard bras get annoying the longer you wear them so I thought since we all have offices with some of the best locks on the market no one can see them.” He eyes her breasts and rolls them seeing Caroline is dressed as conservative as possible.
“That may be so, Jared. But it’s not something you can go around asking the female portion of our staff to do. Now, why not give me any reason to entertaining this any further or should I go ahead and call security to have you taken away?”
“Now hold on, let’s take a look at the handbook you have on the desk there.” He points to the employee handbook Caroline keeps on her desk so she can pompusly read from it when she has the advantage. He pulls a small post-it note from his pocket, hands to it her and she reads a short list of pages to turn to. “I’m certain this isn’t as bad as you make this seem. Ladies are free to let their tits hang freely when they’re alone.” Caroline has half a mind to throw the note away but her pride and the other half of her mind can’t let his attitude go. Acting like he’s innocent. She grabs the handbook with a huff, flipping to the first page then her face scrunches up in confusion when the rule appears on the page.
“Female employees are free to dress down to their comfort level when they feel safe. It’s encouraged by management to be completely topless or at least let your breasts hang out.” She tries to make sense of the situation but her mouth keeps going and she’s dragged along for the ride. “Okay, you have a point with this but still, asking for such a thing in a public space like the break room doesn’t make it okay.”
“Maybe so, can you tell me you’re not itching to get that sweater off? I avoid them because they’re irritate my skin.” Caroline opens her mouth to respond but a sudden itch on the underside of her tit makes her squirm a bit. Standing firm, she endures it and stares him down.
“Mister Drake, I am not street corner dwelling harlot you can…” She squirms again, the itch growing more intense almost to the point of pain. “You can order around. My breasts will not be on display like some trashy art piece.”
“So they’re not screaming to be free?” He smiles, seeing her wiggling in her seat before she raises a finger to speak. The irritation grows more unbearable by the second until she finally snaps.
“I want your phone on the desk.”
“Why?”
“Please, like I wouldn’t expect you to sneak a pic. On the desk now.” Jt smiles, pulling his phone and putting it on the desk. Caroline moves it closer to her before she tears her sweater off then her bra, sighing contently and scratching the itch. “Ooh, that’s the spot.” She clears her throat before looking at Jt, down at her tits and back at him. “I hope you enjoy the moment. It’s the only time you get to see them.” She rubs her left tit for a spell before feeling a strange unease. "Mmm, Why do I feel so dry?" Jt raises his hand, grabbing a small bottle of lotion from his pocket and hands it to her. "Oh, thank you." She applies a generous amount to her hands then rubs it into the skin of her breasts. Rolling them in her hands, rubbing them against each other and drawing circles on her areolas. "Oooh, this feels so good." Her eyes begin glowing a dim gold which signals Jt to take the next step.
"Careful, the longer you sit like that, the more you'll want to stay topless." Caroline scoffs, still rubbing the lotion in and leaving her breasts shimmering like polished stones.
"What makes you say that? I only took off my bra because it itches." She huffs, looking down at her mounds. "Though, I can't deny it feels good. The slight chill when the air hits my nipples." She smiles, leaning back in her seat, grabbing her pen. "Now then, let's focus on you for once."
"On me or what you want to focus on? I think there's another rule you may be skipping in the handbook." Caroline rolls her eyes, referring to his post-it note, and finding the next page mentioned.
"Women in the office are expected to limit the time they spent topless before their submissive nature rises to the surface and they begin wanting to mate with the closest fertile male." She scrunches her nose, reading the whole page again. "What the hell?" She slams the book closed and makes a mental note to ignore the final page on Jt's list. "This isn't the handbook I helped write." She looks at Jt with a different expression, seeing less as an annoyance and more of someone she's wanting. Clearing her throat, Caroline leans forward on desk, and lets her breasts spill over her arms smearing lotion all over them. "Now, let's get back to you. I called you in this room for a reason. Since you're so keen on letting ladies like me walk about with our boobies out," Jt holds back a slight chuckle while she speaks like a teacher from a middle school. "Maybe you should present yourself like a gentleman."
"A gentleman?" Jt chuckles, already fidgeting with the button of his pants.
"Yes, I'm sitting here with my tits out and no doubt you're enjoying the view. Now let me see what you're packing and maybe we can leave security out of this." Jt senses a bit of old personality is leaking through. He'll need to fix that. He stands up, unbuttoning his pants, and pointing at the handbook.
"Before this goes any further, you should see the last rule I wanted to point out." She gives him a nasty look before grabbing the handbook then the note. Finding it is easy but it leaves her looking more confused as she reads it again.
"If the woman expresses any interest in a partner, she must abide by his desires. Fully committed to her role as the submissive one of the pair." She scoffs, throwing the handbook down with a disappointed grimace on her face. "Mister Drake, the only way I would ever be a bitch for anyone is..." When Jt pulls out his dick and waves it at her with a toy. The girth from base to tip makes her clamp her thighs like Jt is trying to force them open, the size of his balls didn't match any set Caroline has seen before, and the knot at the base tells her she's going to be walking funny for a while. Timidly, she stands moving close to him before she presses her against his and tenderly grips the shaft softly stroking it. "Is if they're like you."
"Oh, I know. You're easy to find under the size-queens section." Caroline turns to him surprised, slowly smiling before they enjoy a tender kiss.
"Then you knew what kind of a girl I am."
"Oh, I do. Someome who wants to keep this under the rug. Why not let me have some with that pussy of yours and we can both pretend I paid you to not tell anyone."
"Pretend?" She slowly, drops to her knees and begins sucking on the side of his knot to make his whole shaft throb in her hand. "You can make a deposit into my bank any day."
"Oh?" Jt sits down, dropping his pants to the floor and letting Caroline rest her tits on his thighs. "Do you have any other services you can offer?" The woman grins, licking his sack with an enthusiastic waggle of her tongue, moves to his shaft to paint it from base to tip with her spit, and lastly takes the head in her mouth stroking and sucking on him while her eyes glow brighter by the second. The control is nearly complete. She pulls away for a brief second.
"Just warn me before you bust. I don't want to swallow your spunk." She goes back to working him slowly and he feels the pressure building at the base of his cock, slowly working its way to the tip like a thermometer in the summer heat. He keeps himself calm, collected and ready to surprise her with a hot sticky load. She closes her eyes just before she feels the shot at the back of her mouth. Then with wide-eye shock, she stays putting letting him shoot a full load into her mouth before she pulls away, angrily slapping his leg for not warning her. When she swallows his cum, her eyes grow even brighter while her behavior changes with every word that follows. "You asshole! Mmmm," She becomes calm, almost dreamlike and holds up her titties while they begin to swell. The weight begins pulling her mind down into a haze, a smile of delight appears on her lips and her eyes look at Jt with wanton unchecked desire. "I said warn me before you fed me your yummy cum."