My Hung Futa Boss (Part 3: Taking Turns)

By Stanley Sharpe

Beyond the low-level anxiety that things between us might go public in the wrong fashion, and the impact that might have on my career, things with Lex are going wonderfully. We’ve got such a natural vibe, such a desire to please one another. That I’ve managed to win the sole interest of this incredibly beautiful MILF of a woman, my hung futanari boss...it defies belief! But well, there’s one thing that’s a little concerning, maybe. I mean, exciting, but still. Lex keeps...well, she keeps playing with my bum. Just a finger, just a little, but it’s enough to make me excited. Curious. And, uh, well...I’m starting to wonder if it maybe wouldn’t be so bad to take turns...?

• Language: English
• Publisher: Stanley Sharpe
• Release date: May 31, 2022
• ISBN: 9781005520281

Stanley Sharpe

Stanley Sharpe rarely goes a day without thinking about the beauty of the female form with the addition of a nice and preferably sizeable penis, and in particular, the eroticism of these lovely ladies engaging in plenty of dirty deeds with men (especially inexperienced ones!)If you're a fan of works that involve futanaris and men, you're in the right place. Stanley's stories cover everything from the lusty and consensual to cum-addiction dubcon to dominant revelatory noncon and with a healthy dose of sissification and gender-bending impregnation to boot.Stanley's current series of focus are "My Hung Futa Boss" and "Addicted to the Hot Futanari at the Gym", two five-part serials. This page will be updated as and when more tales are woven into the mix!(Stanley Sharpe is but one pen name, and the one to which current focus will be applied, of the author known as Thalaxian. While Thalaxian has many tastes that go far beyond Stanley's, they cannot be found here. Visit Thalaxian's blog - Lusty Literacy - to read some free examples of this wider range of works, and by all means let your interest be known!)

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My Hung Futa Boss

Part 3

by Stanley Sharpe

© 2022 Stanley Sharpe

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This is a work of fiction. All characters and events reside solely in the author's imagination, and any resemblance to actual people, alive or dead, is purely coincidental. All characters are eighteen years of age or older.

No portion of this work can be reproduced in any way without the prior written consent from the author with the exception of a fair use excerpt for review and editorial purposes.

This title is for adults only. It contains explicit sex acts, adult themes, and material that some might find offensive.

Taking Turns

I get out of work at half eleven, way later than I’ve ever gotten out of the place.

The cleaning crew are doing their rounds, and I’m pretty sure I’ve never seen any of them before in my life. Will they remember my face? I hope not. As much as what I’ve spent my evening doing has been utterly phenomenal, that worry creeps up like a black stain on the world. A mould, corrupting and corroding, making rotten what was nothing short of beautiful just a few short hours ago.

After spending however long cuddling, and going at it a few times more, we finally parted ways for the night. I genuinely don’t think I’ve ever been so thoroughly drained. Let alone satisfied. It’s hard to wrap my head around how badly I needed some affection, some sex, and just how readily and eagerly Lex has provided it.

But the afterglow only carries me so far, and by the time I’m halfway home, the concern is growing. I need to talk to Lex. Need to be serious. Need to ensure that no matter what happens, all will be well.

As I hurriedly stuff my face with whatever I can rustle up quickly from the fridge, it dawns on me that work is the last place we should be doing the deed. Cleaning staff are one thing, but what if someone I know is staying late? I’m a terrible liar. I can’t make up stories to save my life, and that’s exactly what I’d need to be doing.

It’s becoming harder and harder to reject the idea that, if word should get out, my future at WordComp is going down the toilet. Not because I care that Lex is a futanari, not because I’m worried about any of that, but entirely because she’s my boss, and fucking your way to the top is going to be the shadowy cloud that hangs over my life if I should receive so much as fucking minuscule raise.

I should sleep like a baby after the day’s events, but I’m a bundle of nerves. I’m thirty years old, and I’m underpaid, and I need this job, but now I’m screwing my boss. She’s the woman of my dreams, but she’s still my superior. People will still ask questions, and poke holes in any answers given.

In fact, the looming concern means that I wake to my six-a.m. alarm with strained eyes and a fatigue that a strong coffee only goes so far in alleviating. Fan-fucking-tastic. I haven’t been this nervous since my first girlfriend, back when I was sixteen! God, I only wish it was the good kind of nerves, and not this sense of impending doom.

Lex is in a meeting first thing, and, surrendering to my anxieties, I check again every hour or so. At the very least if someone