There's a New Boss in Town

No, she despised Stephen Vance for other reasons than his maleness. He was sloppy with the rules. He was a good salesman, to be sure, and that had pushed him up the corporate ladder. She reminded herself of the Peter Principle. He was definitely promoted to his level of incompetence. More than that, Rebecca, sweet, pretty Rebecca, was his girlfriend.

She'd thought herself above petty jealousy, but she couldn't say the man's name without injecting the words with venom. Over the weeks and months, she'd grown closer and closer with her young assistant. She was simply brilliant, perhaps the smartest person Carol had ever met. If she hadn't dropped out of college and jumped into the workforce to support herself, she'd be an MBA and on the fast track to executive in no time. More than that, she was kind, funny, and very open minded. She seemed to have mercy and kind words for everyone she met. She deserved a hell of a lot better than a vain pretty boy like Stephen.

They'd become friends, though Carol couldn't help but wish it was more. Every day Rebecca worked late without complaint. Thanks to her skills, Carol's work got done ahead of schedule every time. The young woman often had ideas to contribute as well. But she still wore those same sexy heels, those same tight skirts. Carol found herself needing "alone time" in her office every single day. Rebecca smiled knowingly and guarded her door faithfully without a word.

"I'm sorry, Steve!" Rebecca said earnestly as Carol listened in through the cracked doorway. "It's just that I'm only twenty-four and I'm not really ready for marriage."

"Oh. Maybe you just don't love me," Stephen suggested pathetically. Just like him to try that passive-aggressive bullshit!

"I do love you, Steve!" Rebecca responded, sounding a little forced.

"Fine! I'll just take this ring back to the jeweler's, but I'm going to lose my deposit on it!" he reminded her.

"I'm so sorry about that, Steve. I'll pay you back," Rebecca offered guiltily. How dare the man make her feel that way?

"Sure. I'll get over it, I guess," Stephen pouted. Carol couldn't stand it any longer.

"Do you have that Fergusen file ready, Vance? You're three days late as it is!" she demanded as she barged into the room. A coworker had once described her as a steamroller. The woman had meant it as an insult, but Carol took it as a compliment. She was going to roll right over that manipulative asshole!

"What? Shit, you again!" Vance rolled his eyes. He snapped the ring box closed, but not before Carol's sharp green eyes noticed the gaudy pink diamond ring inside. The ring probably cost a fortune. Even so, it looked cheap.

"Don't speak to me that way, Vance! You're already on my list. Don't think I haven't noticed what's been going on here. Without Rebecca you're as useless as tits on a bull! I'm tempted to recommend to the Board that they eliminate your position, or promote Miss Jones to it!" she put her hands on her hips and stared the man down.

"Sorry, Miss Krandall," he said softly, though his dark eyes barely contained his fury.

"Not sorry enough," she snorted. "Consider yourself on notice. One more project comes in late from your department and you'll be collecting unemployment. In the mean time, I need my assisstant. Rebecca?"

"Yes, Carol?" Rebecca snapped to attention. She glanced between them, looking incredibly uncomfortable. Still, a quirk of a smile was playing on her plump lips.

"We'll need to finish the Fergusen project ourselves. Think we can knock it out by close of business?"

"Shouldn't be a problem, Carol," Rebecca shrugged. Carol was asking for a lot, she knew, but the young woman took it stride. As always.

"You! I want an essay on my desk in the morning. Make a case for yourself and your continued employment with this company. And it better be good!" she wagged her finger at the man before spinning on her heel. She took Rebecca's hand and pulled her along, not giving the couple any more time together. Rebecca came along quietly, and they heard Stephen swearing to himself in his office as they left him.

"You're quite, um, something, when you're angry, Carol!" Rebecca said breathlessly as they reached her own office. "Remind me never to get on your bad side!"

"I can't imagine that you would ever do such a thing, my dear," Carol smiled. "Do you really think we can get Fergusen done today?"

"I've done most of it already," Rebecca nodded with a blush.

"Vance had you helping him didn't he?" Carol snorted.

"Yeah, he's not very good at that kind of thing."

"Remind me, what is he good at?" Carol snapped, but winced as she said it. She didn't want to be too mean in front of the girl. Even though she'd turned down his proposal, she must have feelings for him.

"Lot's of things!" Rebecca said stoutly. "Like, um..." she trailed off.

"I didn't mean to put you on the spot, Rebecca," Carol patted the young woman's arm. "I'm sure he's very loving and attentive."

"Yes, that's it," Rebecca said quickly, but her eyes narrowed thoughtfully.

"So, the Fergusen file?" Carol cleared her throat.

"Oh, let me go get it. Between the two of us we can probably get it done by three!" Rebecca said eagerly, clearly glad to change the subject.

"I'll be waiting!" Carol replied. *** "Two forty-five! How do you like that?" Carol laughed as she saved the files and hit the send button on her computer.

"We make a good team, Carol! You've taught me so much!" Rebecca said happily from her chair beside Carol's.

"Only because you learn so fast! You're like the proverbial sponge! In five years, you'll be my boss!" Carol laughed. It hadn't been easy to concentrate with the slender woman's shoulders rubbing against hers for several hours, but she'd managed. Her lingering anger and jealousy of Vance certainly helped. She did her best work when pissed off.

"I don't know about all that! I don't have your leadership ability. You're like, a force of nature or something!" Rebecca gushed.

"Maybe that's why we make such a good team, as you said. My willpower and your amazing cleverness! We're unstoppable!" Carol put her arm around the slim woman without thinking about it. Was she being too familiar?

"I like that, Carol," Rebecca sighed happily and leaned into her, her head resting on Carol's shoulder.

"Say, if you want, you can go on home. I know you and Stephen have a lot to talk about. I'm sorry that I interrupted that, earlier," Carol said softly.

"No, it's okay. He just caught me off guard last night with that god-awful ring," Rebecca pushed herself back up. She looked troubled.

"It was a bit much, wasn't it?" Carol chuckled. "And too soon, I imagine. You've only been dating, what, eight months?"

"Yep, eight months and two weeks, to be exact," Rebecca nodded slowly.

"You don't look happy about it," Carol observed.

"Oh, he's fun enough. When he isn't obsessing over his looks or so desperate to please you. He really tries very hard, you know."

"He doesn't show it!" Carol arched an eyebrow skeptically.

"Yeah, he's kind of, well... He's not very bright," Rebecca blushed.

"Poor guy," Carol said with a laugh. "Maybe you should go home and help him with that essay I made him write. I can be such a bitch sometimes," she added ruefully.

"Kinda," Rebecca giggled. "But I don't want to go home."

"Hmm, well, I was hoping to get a little of my alone time," Carol said. "I suppose you could guard my door?"

"I don't want to do that, either."

"Oh," Carol said thoughtfully. Rebecca had never refused a request before, and she wondered why she'd done it. "What do you want to do?"

"I need to make a decision, and I need your help," Rebecca turned to face her, her big brown eyes looked wet.

"Whatever you need, Rebecca," Carol said earnestly.

"I lied to Stephen today. I don't love him any more," the slim blonde said.

"Oh. You probably shouldn't lead him on, then." Carol's heart thudded in her chest.

"I shouldn't. But," Rebecca shrugged. "There may be someone else. I just don't know about... this person, though."

"What don't you know about him?" Carol asked tightly, feeling like she was about to cry herself.

"Her. About her."

"What don't you know about her?" Carol gulped, her hopes rising again.

"I don't know if she's, well, interested in women. Or in me," Rebecca looked away shyly, her slim hands running up and down her black pencil skirt nervously.

"Why wouldn't she be interested in a beautiful young woman like you? You're going places, Rebecca, I know it. And you've got a great heart." Carol put her around her assisstant again. "Why do you think I have to have so much alone time?"

"W-what do you mean?"

"I mean that you go to my head, Rebecca. You get me hot and bothered, and I need to clear that out of my mind every day just to be able to function! Unless your other woman is blind, I bet she feels the same way!"

"She's you," Rebecca said quickly. They stared into each others eyes for a long, pregnant moment before they both leaned in at the same time. Their lips met and locked in a deep, passionate kiss. Carol groaned lustily as she poured weeks of pent-up desire into that kiss. She pushed her tongue into the girl's mouth, she sucked and nibbled at her lips, and suck at her own wiggling tongue.

"I want you so badly," Carol whispered urgently.

"I want you too," Rebecca nodded. She had a strange look on her face. "I've never kissed another woman before," she added.

"Pretty nice isn't it?" Carol smirked a little.

"Does it still count, if you're a transwoman?" Rebecca wondered, licking her lips.

"I like to think so!" Carol chuckled. She kissed her again, but this time she didn't keep her hands idle at her sides. She deftly unbuttoned the young woman's white blouse, pushing the fabric aside. She was delighted to find her assistant braless. She pulled back from the kiss to admire her chest.

"What?" Rebecca licked her lips. "You don't think they're too small, do you?'

"Hell no!" Carol licked her lips at the sight of the younger woman's small, perky little bust. On her model-like figure, they were just right. Just large enough to have a rounded swell along the underside, they looked firm and tight. Her areolas were small and pale pink, with long thick nipples poking right up. They looked like little candies, and Carol slurped them right up.

"Oh that feels so nice!" Rebecca moaned. She squirmed on her chair as Carol lavished her little breasts with sucks and kisses. Carol shuddered as the young woman ran her hands through her hair, giving the long blonde locks a gentle tug.

"I could just eat you right up!" Carol grinned.

"That makes two of us!" Rebecca said. "I mean, I could eat you up, too!"

"Did you remember to lock the door, this time?" Carol asked with a laugh.

"I did."

"Good! You've got me so hard, I'd never be able to hide it!"

"Show me!" Rebecca demanded breathlessly. She pushed her chair back and waited, holding her breath. Carol felt like indulging her, but not so much that she would give the girl a tease.

"I'll show you everything," Carol purred. She shucked off her jacket and slowly unbuttoned her own blouse. Unlike Rebecca, she needed to wear a bra every day. The lacy D-cups barely contained her heaving bosom. She squeezed herself through the black garment before reaching behind her back to unsnap the hooks.

"Oh Gosh, you're amazing, Miss Krandall!" Rebecca said as Carol exposed her naked bosom.

"Not even my best feature!' Carol beamed. She toyed with her own puffy pink nipples for a moment before bending slightly to slide her skirt down to her ankles. She kicked it off and stepped out of her low, sensible pumps. Her legs were toned and well-shaped, encased in tan thigh highs with lacy tops. Her white panties felt like they were ready to shred from the pressure her enormous bulge put on them.

"I can see that!" Rebecca giggled. She fixed her brown eyes between Carol's legs. The tall transsexual rubbed her panties for a moment before moving to stand right before her pretty young assisstant.

"Take them off. I know you've been dying to get a look at me, at all of me, since the day you caught me playing with myself!" Carol whispered.

"How did you know?" Rebecca nodded. Her hands trembled as they caressed her toned thighs through her stockings, then just above.

"Oh just a guess. I wasn't sure if it was more than just curiosity. Not until today anyway. Go ahead, take them off. You'll be surprised," Carol chuckled.

"Will I? I've gotten pretty used to Stephen. He's quite large, you know!" Rebecca teased. She may have been right about Vance. The man was larger than average, but Carol knew better. She herself was more than above average. She was a true outlier.

"Tiny," she scoffed. "Find out what a real cock looks like!"

"So cocky!' Rebecca giggled. Her long, slender fingers toyed with the lacy waistband of Carol's panties. She gave them the tiniest of tugs, not quite pulling them down.

"You don't know the half of it!" Carol laughed. She put her hands on her hips and watched as the young woman pulled again, this time in earnest. She got the flimsy panties halfway down to Carol's stocking-tops before she stopped.

"Oh my Gosh!" the young woman leaned back, a hand flying to her mouth in surprise. Carol grinned. She knew that look. She'd seen it on more than one woman's face. It was one thing to learn that the lesbian hitting on you had a penis, quite another to learn that it was bigger than even a porn star's!

"Did you forget what you saw the other day?" Carol chuckled. Her cock was only half-hard, but already it was easily as big as Vance's hard on. Pink and smoothly waxed, it hung over her bloated hairless balls, as thick as her own wrist.

"I must have!" Rebecca nodded. She licked her lips as her hands seemed to move of their own accord. Her fingers wrapped around Carol's girth. Blood pumped into the plump shaft, making it stiffen and swell even larger.

"I can feel your heartbeat," Rebecca said in hushed awe as she used both hands to lift and stroke that monster she-cock. Slowly, inch by inch, it grew. The silky skin stretched around the tough flesh beneath as it inflated to steely hardness. Carol had never bothered to measure it. She figured that with size like hers, a number would just diminish it.

"Your hands feel so nice," Carol sighed. She swayed on her stocking feet and once again toyed with her hard nipples as her assisstant pumped her hands up and down.

"Do you think it would fit in my mouth?" the girl suggested coyly. "I mean, that's got to feel better than your hands, or even mine!"

"Great idea! You're always so clever, Rebecca! Go ahead and give it a try if you think it will help me!" Carol grinned.

"Like this?" the young blonde bent over on the chair, bringing her plump lips to the flaring, pink head. She pucked against the tip for a moment before opening her mouth with a loud, purring moan. Carol's cock was simply too fat to simply slip inside, no matter how wide was the young woman's sexy mouth. The dirty blonde strained to open wide enough, and pushed her head forward, forcing the tip in over her tongue. Her thick, red lips snapped into a tight ring just below the head, leaving a deep red lipstick print. She began to suck at it like Carol's cock was a huge, fleshy popsicle.

"Oh yes, that does feel a lot better," Carol moaned. She reached down and stroked the girl's head as she began to bob up and down. Their eyes met and Carol gave her a grateful smile. She pulled out Rebecca's hair pins, letting her long, dark blonde hair loose.

"Your cock is almost too big," the young woman panted. She smacked her lips and went for a second helping, pushing her lips even further down. She moved past her lipstick mark, going deeper and deeper. Carol's toes curled into the carpets as she felt her cockhead nudge against the back of the young woman's throat.

"Careful, you'll hurt yourself!" Carol's big green eyes went wide as the young woman swallowed the tip of her cock. Her throat squeezed at her cockhead like it was trying to choke it. Her throat's hot muscles rippled down her shaft as the girl pulled her even deeper. A few had managed to get a little into their throats, but none as far as her young assistant.

"My God, Rebecca! You're amazing!" Carol gasped in wonder. Rebecca slurped and bobbed, gobbling more and more of her cock by the minute. Her throat worked non-stop, milking her shaft as the woman swallowed around her repeatedly. Her lips and tongue worked too, licking and munching at her shaft as it passed back and forth. After a good ten or fifteen minutes, the young woman did the impossible, and pushed her pretty face right up against Carol's soft belly.

"Shit, that's good!" Carol whimpered, bouncing on the balls of her feet. Her huge nuts swayed as she moved, bumping the woman's chin. She didn't know how long she could stand the incredible pleasure. She held on tight to Rebecca's slim shoulders as she hunched slightly over her. Her huge breasts swayed over the blonde's head as Carol did her best not to lose her load.

"Wow," Rebecca coughed as she pulled up for air some time later. She pushed a strand of hair from her big brown eyes and grinned up at Carol. "Either you have really good self control or I'm the worst fellatrix in the world!"

"You and I both know that isn't true!" Carol laughed. "I just don't want this to end too soon!"

"Don't worry! I want to taste your cum," Rebecca said. "Just let loose and give it to me, okay?" Rebecca didn't wait for an answer. She swooped back down, sucking Carol to the root in one smooth motion. She moved faster than before, working her tongue and lips and even her grasping, swallowing throat furiously. Her slender fingers gripped Carol's thighs tightly around the lace band of of her stockings as she bobbed faster and faster. She added a powerful suction to the onslaught, and the pleasure was simply too much for the tall, busty transsexual.

"I'm cumming!" she threw her head back and cried. Her wide, womanly hips jabbed back and forth erratically. Her huge balls tightened. Her body tensed, and her cock fired the first shot deep into Rebecca's stomach. The girl moaned and slowly pulled back, pulling against her own powerful suction until she caught the last, heavy spurt of Carol's thick load across her tongue.

"You taste wonderful," Rebecca murmured, licking her lips.

"My knees are weak," Carol observed as she fell back onto her chair. Her huge breasts, round and unnaturally firm from her silicone implants, heaved on her slim chest. Her cock throbbed, still fully hard and covered in a thick layer of spit and cum.

"I've never sucked a cock quite like yours, Carol," Rebecca moaned. "I could get very, very used to it!"

"You're too good to me," Carol grinned weakly. Her green eyes glittered with renewed lust as she admired her half naked assisstant. "Get that skirt off. In fact, get everything off," she growled.

"Oh! Is it my turn?" Rebecca giggled. She kicked off her shoes and hopped to her bare feet. In moments she stripped her short, tight skirt and panties. Carol took a moment to admire her flat belly, her narrow hips, and the full length of her long, long legs before standing herself and pushing the younger woman onto the desk.

"You're damn right!" Carol said. Though her cock was throbbing urgently, she had other plans. Plans that included her mouth making its introductions with the girl's tight, pink, utterly bald little pussy. She moaned into the delicate folds as her lips made contact. She was steaming wet, and tasted just like heaven.

"Oh God yes, eat me, Carol!" Rebecca whimpered. She spread her long legs wide, her long toes, the nails painted deep red, curled in pleasure. Carol was tempted to suck them, but instead focused on the girl's firm little clit. She flicked at the little nub quickly, making the woman scream. She dipped down and slithered into her tight little pussy, savoring her tangy juices. She closed her eyes rapturously and simply feasted.