{"sf1_id":1909513,"sf2_id":"r17g7qP1","title":"Overnight, Underneath","author":"Asphalt","words":2309,"posted_at":"2022-10-19T01:37:00.000Z","tags":["Ass","Blowjob","Facesitting","Tight Clothes","thighs","workplace"],"url":"https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/1909513-overnight-underneath","original_url":"https://sofurry.com/s/r17g7qP1","image_url":"https://cdn.sofurryfiles.com/submissions/thumbnails/74/72/7472bab4-3192-45c1-b485-f4718d260cce","description":"Written at the request of my friend RatBasher, the bottomheavy rodent supervisor who works along side you during the overnight prep shifts can't contain herself any longer.","content":"\\\u003e\"Gah! Fuck...\"  \n\\\u003eYou withdraw your hand from the top of the fryer as a few droplets of hot grease splash on your forearm.  \n\\\u003eFucking midnight cleaning and prep shifts.  \n\\\u003eThey were always spent scraping the grill, draining that disgusting fucking fryer, and putting up with...  \n\"Ha!\"  \n\\\u003e...Tracy.  \n\"Aww, leme see... You want me to file workplace incident report?\"  \n\\\u003eShe teased sarcastically, appearing beside you as you held your forearm.  \n\\\u003eTracy was the night time supervisor, a rat about a foot shorter than you were, but easily just as heavy.  \n\\\u003eJust then, you felt her press up against you as she reached out and upwards to pull your wrist down to her level.  \n\\\u003eThe soft, pink pawpads on her palms and fingers brushed against your skin in a way very incongruous to the abrasive impression she gave off.  \n\\\u003eIt almost seemed like she was getting just as lost in the feeling of her hands against your forearms, and she inadvertently leaned inwards enough to brush your hand against the side of her breast.  \n\\\u003eThrough the thin polyester fabric there was no mistaking it.  \n\\\u003eNo bra.  \n\\\u003eShe wore the same MacDòmhnall's uniform as you did, and even seemed to be dressed in the male cut of the uniforms polo style top.  \n\\\u003eThrough it you could tell that her chest was small, but not flat.  \n\\\u003eIt did a good job at hiding the curves above her hips well, but the way she was built from the waistline down told you everything about you needed to know.  \n\\\u003ePractically a case study for the term \"bottom-heavy,\" her hips and thighs stretched the seams of her work pants considerably.  \n\\\u003eYou could tell that she was wearing pants that had originally been much too long for her, and hemmed at the ankle to compensate, but they still threatened to burst when she was forced to bend over.  \n\\\u003e\"I don't think you could manage to do your paperwork if your life depended on it, let alone mine.\"  \n\\\u003eYou yanked your arm back, looking away and trying to hide the blush you could feel rising on your cheeks.  \n\\\u003eIt's not like you hadn't caught yourself staring at her during these ass-crack-of-dawn working hours more than once.  \n\"Heh, nope.\"  \n\\\u003eShe chuckled to herself before turning and stepping back over to the coffee pots she was washing.  \n\\\u003eIt was a shame she was such a bitch.  \n\\\u003eDoubly so because she felt like the only manager you had who was a real person.  \n\\\u003eThe rest of them were corporate shmucks who'd thank you for a job well done one day, and cut your hours the next with the same fake grin.  \n\\\u003e\"Fuck it. I'm gonna go cool this off in the sink and take my fifteen.\"  \n\"Sounds good. Don't get lost.\"  \n\\\u003eShe said with her almost ever-present wry smile.  \n\\\u003eYou rolled your eyes as you pulled off your plastic gloves and walked around the corner over to the sanitization sink.  \n\\\u003eThe tap squeaked a little as you turned on the cold water, and soon the cool, soothing feeling was running down your exposed forearms.  \n\\\u003eIt's not like you really needed to do something about the tiny burn, but any excuse to take a few extra minutes to relax from that sweltering kitchen was a good one.  \n\\\u003eLess than 60 seconds had gone by however, when you got the sense someone had just stepped into your personal space, and turned sharply to see that Tracy had easily snuck up on you once again.  \n\"You know, that really doesn't look like much of a burn at all, Anon.\"  \n\\\u003eShe said coyly.  \n\\\u003e\"Yea? And? You gonna write me up for an extra 30 seconds on a break?\"  \n\\\u003eYou responded casually, knowing she barely did enough book-keeping to say she did any at all.  \n\"No, just concerned, is all.\"  \n\\\u003eShe still had a very flippant air about her, leaving little doubt to how concerned she really was.  \n\"Can't have my best employee injuring themselves on the job.\"  \n\\\u003eThat line took you by surprise.  \n\\\u003eYou couldn't recall her her ever directly complimenting you before.  \n\\\u003eNot without appending \"for a dweeb\" or something at the end...  \n\\\u003eThat wasn't what really startled you though.  \n\\\u003eShe stepped around behind you as she spoke, and you could feel her place her hand on the small of your back.  \n\\\u003eSliding it along opposite to the direction she was walking, she soon had you by the hip with one hand, and reached back out to the forearm you were rinsing with the other.  \n\\\u003eThere was nothing subtle about the way she caressed your skin now though, and you heard a satisfied exhale through her nose as her thumb began to trace circles along the soft skin on the inside of your arm.  \n\\\u003e\"Tracy-!\"  \n\"S-Shut up.\"  \n\\\u003eShe said, suddenly breathless.  \n\"They put me on this fucking shift... every week.\"  \n\\\u003eHer hand on your hip pulled you in, pressing your pelvis into the side of her waist as she got even closer.  \n\"They said the smell of the kitchen would overwhelm the scent of an unclaimed human...\"  \n\\\u003eShe was almost panting now, eyes boring into where her thumb still stroked up and down your forearm.  \n\\\u003e\"Tracy- I-\"  \n\\\u003eSuddenly Tracy got between you and the sink, pushing you back against the white tile wall at your back as her pink tail waved back and forth behind her.  \n\"I said shut up. I can smell it on you. You think I didn't pick up that scent of desire on your sweat when you pulled away?\"  \n\\\u003eHer hand that previously caressed your lower arm was now clamped around your wrist, holding it to the side as she stood on her tiptoes to bury her nose in the base of your neck for a deep whiff.  \n\"Fuuuuuccckk...\"  \n\\\u003eShe breathed past your ear in a hoarse whisper.  \n\\\u003eYou tried to push her off out of instinct, but her other hand intercepted yours before you could reach her shoulder.  \n\\\u003eHer massive hips moved forwards as she did so, seamlessly taking up the duty of pinning your legs to the wall.  \n\\\u003eShe was pressed entirely against you now, and you could no longer do anything to hide the erection in your pants that was rapidly reaching full mast.  \n\"You think I didn't notice all those looks either? We have plenty of cameras you know. You can be very bold when you know I'm not looking...\"  \n\\\u003eShe giggled.  \n\\\u003eBeing shorter than yourself, the beltline of her pants sat about 6-7 inches lower down than yours did.  \n\\\u003eThe perfect height for the tip of your cock to nestle right into the crevice between her pussy mound and legs when she brought her thighs together, assuming it was being pointed down one of your pant legs.  \n\\\u003eThat second bit wasn't a guess.  \n\\\u003eIntense heat radiated from Tracy's loins, threatening to burn a hole in the taught fabric that stubbornly separated her from you.  \n\"Now... Are you gonna fight it... or not..?\"  \n\\\u003eShe almost slurred, eyes fixed hungrily on yours as she practically humped your pinned legs.  \n\\\u003e\"I- Ah- Tracy...\"  \n\\\u003eYou managed to eek out before she interrupted you.  \n\"Goooodd... Good boy...\"  \n\\\u003eHer grip on your wrists loosened, and she started to slide her hands sensually down your arms, and along the sides of your torso.  \n\\\u003eComing to rest on your hips again, one of them gracefully traced around your waistband to effortlessly undo your fly.  \n\\\u003eYou pressed your palms up against the cold ceramic at your back as Tracy gave your pants a quick tug, freeing your manhood to spring forth enthusiastically.  \n\\\u003eTracy gasped as cock was exposed to the open air in front of her, and you looked down to see her eyes practically shimmer as they took in her prize.  \n\\\u003eShe only took a moment to admire it though, and swiftly had her nose buried in the side of your sack, drinking in the scent of it as her tongue slid out to caress your balls.  \n\\\u003eHer hands were back on your hips now, and she was putting more and more of her weight on them as her legs seemed to grow weaker with every passing breath.  \n\\\u003eYou slid down the wall over the course of a minute or so, pulling down the various notices and reminders that were taped there.  \n\\\u003eSoon you were sat upright, back against the wall, as Tracy sank to her hands and knees to keep her face nuzzled into the base of your crotch.  \n\\\u003eHer ass swayed tantalizingly in front of you, sending lazy waves of back and forth motion up through her tail.  \n\\\u003eThe way she teased you was almost too much to bare as well.  \n\\\u003eSending gentle licks up the underside of your shaft, she never seemed to pull her nose too far away from your base.  \n\\\u003eShe seemed more intent on huffing your sweat for a while longer before giving you what you wanted.  \n\\\u003eEven though it was facing away from you, your supervisor seemed to be begging you to cop a feel with her perfectly shaped posterior.  \n\\\u003eThe temptation was too great, and you couldn't prevent your hand from reaching out and wrapping fingers around one of the heavenly curves in front of you.  \n\\\u003eThat seemed to be what she was waiting for, however, and she moaned into the pants crumpled just below your nethers.  \n\"Goooooddd boooyyy...\"  \n\\\u003eShe mumbled, sounding almost drunk now.  \n\"Mmmmmhhhhh... That's enough, I think... Now... Listen to your supervisor and shift down for me. All the way... Down to the floor...\"  \n\\\u003eShe lifted herself up slightly from where she straddled your ankles, allowing you to slide down the wall along the floor towards her.  \n\\\u003eA light press on your shoulders assisted you in making your way closer to her, laying your head on the cold tile below.  \n\"Comfortable?\"  \n\\\u003eShe asked, seeing you slide a piece of cardboard under your head as a slight cushion from the hard ceramic.  \n\"Good.\"  \n\\\u003eShe said in a sultry tone as she stood up over top of you.  \n\\\u003eShe did a quick 180 in two steps, and before you knew what was happening, the ceiling lamps were obscured as a wide shadow crossed your face.  \n\\\u003eTracy's ass descended on you in an instant, and you were smothered in the hot damp fabric containing her enormous rear.  \n\\\u003eIt was everything you could have hoped for, staring at its divine roundness for months.  \n\\\u003eYou had never really had a thing for rats, or even anthros for that matter, but the smell of Tracy's sex was immediately intoxicating.  \n\\\u003eA hot, fuzzy feeling filled your brain, and spread down your chest into your limbs.  \n\\\u003eThe last of your inhibitions were shattered, and you brought both hands up, desperately clutching at her plush thighs and cheeks as you pressed your face upwards.  \n\\\u003eYour tongue ground against at the heavy fabric covering the underside of her pussy like a man desperate for water, and she seemed to lift off of you for a moment in surprise.  \n\"Oh! Oh my... You are eager...\"  \n\\\u003eIt was only for that first moment however, and she pressed it down again, wiggling it back and forth gently with the rest of her sentence.  \n\\\u003eA few minutes passed, as she sat there breathing heavily and riding your face.  \n\\\u003eHer pants were soaked through by now, giving you ample chance to taste just how much she was enjoying herself.  \n\\\u003eThen, at the end of a particularly satisfied sigh, you felt her wordlessly bend over forwards, pressing even more of her slit closer to your face.  \n\\\u003eThat was just a bonus however, as you felt that same soft, warm tongue from before starting to lap at the head of your dick.  \n\\\u003eYou moaned into her crotch, but you barely had room to breathe, let along make much noise.  \n\\\u003eThere was no warning however, when she went from gently licking at your tip, to hilting the entirety of your ~8\" shaft in a single swift motion.  \n\\\u003eYour moan went from a low groaning to a muffled cry of over-stimulation as stars danced in front of your obscured vision.  \n\\\u003eShe was relentless.  \n\\\u003eFrom the moment she put your cock in her mouth, she was on the attack.  \n\\\u003eHer tongue caressing your tip back and forth against her soft palette, lips pursed around your shaft, she seemed to be trying to suck the soul out of you like she was on the clock.  \n\\\u003eThe buildup was all too much, and you didn't last very long under her enthusiastic attention after all that teasing.  \n\\\u003e\"Mm m-mhp mmmm!\"  \n\\\u003eYou tried to warn her, but it only made her redouble her efforts.  \n\\\u003eShe bobbed her head up and down in long, forceful motions as she felt you begin to twitch in her mouth.  \n\\\u003eThen, at just the right moment, she pressed her face all the way down into your hilt, swallowing the entirety of your length as you came right down her throat.  \n\\\u003eShe stayed there, snout glued to your pelvis as your hips bucked up and down automatically.  \n\\\u003eAlmost every drop of seed was shot right down her esophagus.   \n\\\u003eShe opened her maw wide, and pulled her head back, your engorged tip making a quiet, lewd popping sound as it unblocked her throat.  \n\"Uwagh...\"  \n\\\u003eShe smacked her lips, swallowing what was left of the semen and excess saliva in her mouth before she lifted her ass off of your face and looked down at you underneath.  \n\"Did'ja enjoy that, nerd?\"  \n\\\u003eHer brash, abrasive attitude was back, but it was suddenly somehow a lot more endearing.  \n\\\u003eYou nodded weakly.  \n\"Good. 'Cause your 15 minutes are up, but I've still got half my lunch left, so get back to work.\"  \n\\\u003eShe cackled, dropping her butt back onto your grool soaked face.  \n\\\u003eBut hey, if that was what she meant by 'back to work' you figured the night shift had just become a lot more enjoyable...  \n  \n\n"}