The Interview

"Miss Carter will be with you shortly." The beautiful blonde secretary turns around, showing off her fat butt under her short blue dress.

Jonah thinks it's way too revealing for work, but he shrugs, thinking about how different Futanaria is from his country.

His parents kicked him out of the house because he struggled to find a job, so he moved up north, determined to make something of himself.

After exhausting his meager savings, he found an ad in a discarded newspaper. "No experience required. Males only." Jackpot.

The building is fancier than he expected, right in the middle of Futa City. It's filled with futas and women. He's seen a couple of submissive men following their bosses around.

He has caught people's attention. Futas and women alike followed his butt, making him nervous, until he sat down in front of Miss Carter's secretary's desk.

The reason for their interest in him might be the declining male population in Futanaria. It has worried the leaders of the country, who have been campaigning for male immigration, and Jonah happens to be one of them.

The blonde woman called Allison receives a message through her earpiece and gestures for him to go in.

The glass wall is translucent, and the closer he gets, the better he can see a large figure behind an ample desk, waiting for him.

He opens the door and stays at the frame as they inspect each other.

Miss Carter is a dark-skinned older futa. She has a few wrinkles on her forehead and the corners of her lips. Her short, side-swept raven-black hair has a white underlayer. Her intense dark eyes pass through him as her crimson-painted thick lips press into a hard line.

Jonah is just an average guy, definitely shorter than her, definitely weaker than her. He feels so small in her presence.

To make matters worse, she stands up. She is so big; two heads over him and with hips that could barely pass the big door behind him, she walks around him and closes the door.

He looks up at her. She is wearing a black tailored suit with a revealing neckline and white contrast lining around her big brown breasts, similarly in color to her fancy hair. A fat bulge sits on her crotch. She wears black sandals, showing off her beige-painted toenails.

"M-Miss Carter..." He blushes, he's always had a thing for futanaris; a forbidden fruit down south.

"Do you normally stutter?" she asks.

"N-no... Sorry; no."

A faint smirk appears on her face as she walks behind him, making approving grunts.

"Not bad. You know, I usually had lines of males and women waiting to get an interview with me. What happened?"

"Well..." He tries to discern if she wants an actual answer as she raises her eyebrow. It's too late to stay quiet, though. "Futanaris... don't usually conceive men, so..."

"Right... And do you think many men impregnate women in Futanaria?"

"I... guess not."

"Hmm... So... what purpose do you think males have in this country?"

"I..." Jonah has no answer.

"They serve." She makes special emphasis on the last word.

Jonah gulps. Miss Carter stops in front of him. It's hard not to look into her bosom; it's right at eye level, inches from his face, and it emits an exquisite odor, a mix of expensive and raw.

"Did you come here to serve me, male?" She turns her head slightly to the left.

"I... came here for a job, Miss Carter."

"And what job... do you think that is?"

Jonah gulps again. "It didn't... specify."

"Well, the ad you read was asking specifically for males, I am sure. And what... do males do... in Futanaria?"

"They... serve?" He looks up at her, as a grin slowly appears on her face.

"Good... Good male......... Now, how do you feel about starting the aptitude test?"

"Aptitude..." He remembers the six-figure salary that appeared on that ad and nods.

"Good. With me."

She goes back to her executive chair and lets out a sigh as she sits. Jonah stands at her side, waiting.

"Here, between my legs." She opens them.

"I... Are you sure, Miss-?"

"Did I stutter?"

Jonah, feeling the pressure and a guilty enjoyment of being bossed around by the attractive futanari, steps over her thick thigh and stands in front of her, with the desk pressing on his back. Since the futanari is sitting, they are at the same height.

"Kiss me," she demands.

"W-what!?" She lifts her eyebrow again, this time more infuriated than questioning. "Miss Carter, that is..."

"Inappropriate?"

"Yes..."

"Is it now? You are new to Futanaria, right?"

"I am..." He looks down, only to find the large outline of her broad penis dwarfing his.

"Oh..." Her eyes shine as she looks into his. "So... you're a virgin."

"W-what? No!"

"Yes, you are. A futa virgin. I can see it on your face. I can... *sniff* smell it."

Jonah's face turns bright red. "I don't know if... this job is for me."

"Oh, you don't? Are you terminating this interview, then?" She rolls her chair back, making space for him to leave.

He stares at her. She is a gorgeous mature futanari, her authority is awakening something in him, and the payment...

"So... what am I supposed to do?" Jonah asks, making Miss Carter smirk.

"Anything I want, of course."

"Anything?"

"Anything."

"Like..."

Her huge hands grip and squeeze his butt cheeks, making him yelp. She pushes him forward by the butt, and he falls on her, holding her neck and sniffing her aroma on her strong neck. Jonah feels his member pressing onto her muscular belly.

"So, is the aptitude test still ongoing?" she whispers in his ear with her deep voice, her warm, long tongue passing through his ear, making him moan.

"Mh-hm..." he affirms, closing his eyes to really enjoy the moment.

"That was your only chance to back out. I don't want to hear a single complaint from now on, got it?" She nibbles on his earlobe.

"Oh! O-okay..."

"Okay... what?"

"Okay... Miss Carter."

"Good male... Do you like it when I say that?" Unable to believe what he's doing, Jonah nods. Miss Carter chuckles. "I like you, boy. Now give me that kiss."

"Wha..." Jonah turns his eyes from her boobs to her face; she looks playful but serious. He gathers courage and brushes his lips with her plump, soft ones.

"Mhhh... Not nearly enough to pass the test. Try again."

Emboldened, he kisses her with more passion. As soon as he tries to use some tongue, her mouth opens like a black hole and she engulfs his, bullying his tongue with hers.

"Mhhh! That's how you kiss a futanari, boy!" she exclaims mid-makeout.

"It feels so good... she is so rough..." Jonah thinks while he is used and his body is toyed with like dough in her hands.

She massages his thighs and spreads his cheeks; his penis rubs against her abs, feeling so good.

"Mwah!" Jonah looks away, but she takes his face back.

"Don't you dare take your eyes off me. As my new ass-istant, your job is to serve, to look at me, to understand what I want, and to do it without hesitation. Do you understand?"

"Yes, Miss Carter," he says while she clamps his burning cheeks between her fingers, forcing his lips into a pout.

She passes her large tongue over them, moaning at the taste. "How about my breasts, male? Do you like them?" She moves back to let him see her impressive rack. He nods fervently, making her laugh. "Do you want to taste them?" He nods again, even more fiercely. "Then go ahead. Worship your- mhh! new boss!" She gasps as he immerses in her mature, chocolate tits, licking and sucking the supple flesh.

"Mhh! Suck, lick, slurp!" Jonah holds them up and sniffs the futa smell from between her boobs. He freezes as he notices a humongous bump under him growing, lifting right between his bum cheeks.

"Did I tell you to stop? Pull them out and suck my nipples, now!" she orders.

Feeling his weenie about to burst, he pushes the jacket down, reaches for her braless, heavy, sweaty underboobs, and takes them out. He marvels at the sight of them, kissing the darker nips and sucking the wide, inverted button in the middle of each, making them come out to say hi.

"Oh, yeah. Your hands are so soft... And that little tongue... Mhh... Not bad!"

The more her cock rises, the heavier her breathing gets, her body emits more heat, and her grip of his rear gets stronger. Jonah feels more and more nervous, and more and more aroused.

"M-Miss Carter..."

"Stuttering again?"

"Sssorry... Your... ehem... your penis is-"

"Huge?"

"No. I mean, yes! Too... Mhh..." he moans when she pushes him down, rubbing his ass on it. "It's... pressing on my butt."

"Oh, don't you say!?" She fakes a gasp. "My apologies, Jonah! How could I be so careless!" She moves back and pushes him off her. He stares at the huge bulge jump as she stands up. It points right at his stomach.

"I wasn't... complaining. I am just... not used to it."

"Ooh... Cute. But I am not searching for cute." She walks toward him, making him move back around the desk. "This is a serious job. I demand not only enthusiasm, but expertise. Have you ever sucked cock, Jonah?" He shakes his head. "Are you willing to try?" She puts a heavy hand on his shoulder. He nods. "Then undress me, male."

Her authoritativeness makes his hands move by themselves. He grabs her jacket and unbuttons it, making her udders flop down.

Now her powerful abs are on display, big blocks of brownie that contrast with her thick frame, making her all the more imposing. Jonah rubs them, closing his eyes to feel their warmth and firmness.

"That's right. Appreciate the futa superiority." She looks left to check the scene in the mirror.

His hands, sliding down, find the waistband of her pants. He kneels, then looks up at her, greeted by a smirk. Her hand grabs his head, and he undoes her pants, pulling them down so she steps out of them.

The moment it can, her rod springs out, covered in a black, lacey holster that barely holds it back. Now her large brown sack and her shaved pubis are on full display. The garment is drenched at the tip, and it oozes a sweet, pungent smell that draws Jonah to it.

He holds it with both hands, barely closing them around her girth, then he takes it to his nose for a sniff.

"Wow..." he mutters.

"That's right. Do you see it now, southerner? Do you understand why we rule the world?" She pets his head.

Jonah nods, slowly rubbing her length while staring at the spot at the tip, which just got darker.

"Now, before you can become my pet, you need to prove your worth. Are you ready?"

"Yes, Miss Carter."

He searches for a fastener and finds a small, metallic button at the end of a string. Pulling from it, it clicks. Her cock is freed and bolts up even higher, covering his face, which Miss Carter makes a point to rub over it.

"What a sweet little male just walked into my office this afternoon, huh?" She shoves his face under her shaft, making him smell the powerful futanari fragrance that's formed within her underwear during the day. "I want you to kiss my balls now, before we move to the main course."

"Yes, Miss Carter." He reaches her nutsack, which is almost the size of his face.

He enjoys her sharp smell, then licks the wrinkly surface, feeling a heavy testicle floating beneath.

"It tastes heavenly, Miss Carter..." He sighs, feeling butterflies in his stomach.

"Already enamored, huh? You will be a great fit here."

"Thanks." He giggles and starts making out with her nuts, taking them in and licking them, sucking hard, puffing his cheeks with her gonads, and immersing again between the heavy orbs.

"Just like a puppy..." She relaxes, stroking her hair.

Jonah looks up, seeing the futanari with her jacket open, showing her amazing body, and her Johnson shadowing his face.

His tongue glides up to the base of her sex, and he straightens to move across it, reaching the crown of her pinkish glans, licking the tight foreskin down to taste under the musky corona.

He closes his eyes tightly while he savors the nectar he's gathered, then he looks up at his superior, who pushes her penis down, kissing his lips with her tip.

"It's time, puppy. Let me see if that throat is worthy."

Nervous but excited, Jonah opens up. Her glans alone fills his mouth; his hand travels down to hold his excited penis.

Miss Carter grunts savagely as she grabs his neck with both hands and pushes in. Jonah's throat cedes quite easily, expanded by the girthy tool.

"GGGHH!" He groans as his gullet is filled to the brim with girlcock.

He touches her strong quads, but she slaps them away. "No hands! I want your nose to touch my pubis, slut!"

He tries his best, but she steps back, toying with him as he starts feeling the lack of air. Finally, her butt sits on her desk, and she stands still as her new hire moves up, swallowing more of her rod with tears flowing down his cheeks.

"Aaaahhh! That's... great for a first timer, but your nose isn't anywhere near my groin. Well..." she inspects him while her face starts pouring sweat, "I guess I can teach you. Take a breath, you'll need it."

Jonah moves back and inhales sharply. He hasn't realized how much air his lungs can hold until now. "Aaagh..." He breathes with his forehead against the floor, as if he were praying to his Goddess.

She chuckles and lifts him by the hair. "So you want to be my new ass-istant?"

"Mhh..."

"Answer, male."

"Yess..."

"Good."

She steps forward and mounts him, her thick legs at each side of his head, and shoves her foot-long cock down his windpipe.

"GGGGHHHH!" He grabs her strong butt.

"I said no hands! Next time you'll get... disciplinary action! Oh, wow. UGH, UGH!" she growls as she spears down her new bitch.

"GGHH! GGGHHHH!" Jonah puts his hands on his lap like a good bitch as he is destroyed. He did not expect the interview to go like this, but his penis betrays his dignity, twitching under his pants.

"Take *THRUST* my *THRUST* cock! That's... *THRUST, THRUST* what I pay you for! *THRUST* TO be... *THRUST* OH! *THRUST* my cocksleeve!" Miss Carter gasps, stepping back so her futahood springs out of its cozy vessel.

She makes circular motions with her hand on her glans while stepping over Jonah. Without needing command, he devours her testicles again, kisses her thighs, and shows he is going to be a good ass-istant.

"Good male... You show promise... but I haven't cum yet. Do you think you can get on fours for me?"

"Yes... Miss Carter." He drops on the floor and presents his butt, then he understands why that is. "Wait- UH!"

The commanding futanari has stepped on his head with her expensive shoes. She spits right on his butthole and says, "Finger that ass for me......... Do it!" she shouts.

Jonah's fingers find his hole. It's twitching and sensitive. He has played with his butt before, solo fantasizing with a moment like this, and with a partner, but this time...

He looks up at the huge, quivering futa cock hanging above him, right between her hanging tits from his point of view.

"It might be TOOOO-" He groans when she adds more pressure on his head.

"I did not ask for your opinion, male. Shove that damn hand down your rectum! Prepare yourself for me, for your own good."

Jonah starts fingering himself. Miss Carter adds more spit as he moans.

"Yeah, that looks good... Don't stop! Where have I...?" She leaves to rummage through her drawers. "Empty..." Jonah hears a beep. "Allison. I need an inhaler."

"Right away, Miss Carter."

Immediately, the blonde appears through the door. Jonah turns his face to her and dies of shame as four fingers explore his rear. She seems amused, but not surprised.

"Thank you, dear."

"Any time, Miss Carter."

"Are you sure you don't want to stay?" she asks her secretary as she is about to leave the office.

"Uhm..."

"Your shift is about to end. Just finish for the day and have fun with me."

"Of course, Miss Carter." The curvy woman closes the door, sits on her boss's desk, and smiles at Jonah.

"Have I told you to stop?" She lifts him from the hair and makes him take a hit of the inhaler Allison gave her. "I said I want your whole hand inside! Do you want to be able to sit ever again or not!?"

"Miss Carter, may I help?" Allison asks.

"Are you sure, dear?"

"Oh, you know I was born a woman, but I have a futa spirit."

Miss Carter chuckles and gestures for her to go ahead. Allison kneels next to Jonah, spits on her hand, and forces it all inside him.

"MHH!" he wails, although the effect of what Miss Carter gave him has made a quick effect on him, a dizzy head and a loose body.

"Quiet, male! In fact..." The futa drags her chair in front of him, sits down, and lowers it so her outstanding erection bounces in front of the male.

"Go on! Forward, pig! Oink for us!" Allison pushes him from the butt so he crawls to his boss's dick.

Miss Carter leans down and whispers menacingly, "She said oink."

"Oink, oink!"

"Ooh! He's good at it!" Allison chuckles. She is meaner than she looks, but Jonah can't complain; it is so sexy to be humiliated by such beauties.

"Aahm!" He takes the dark cock in and starts sucking.

"Yeah... It's always... a pleasure to have your help, dear..."

"Thank you, Miss Carter. It's a dream come true working for you..." The two ladies share a cute moment while Jonah is fucked both ways.

"Aaahhh..." Allison watches how her wrist disappears inside the warm tunnel, then she twists and wiggles her hand around. "It's ready, Miss. I could add a second hand, but you deserve the most tightness possible."

"So thoughtful, my dear. Now... Male! Drop on my desk! This new one is made to withstand my thrusts."

"It was a great buy," Allison adds.

"Ggghh! Pwah!" He breathes and coughs between the futa's sandals.

"Quickly! We don't have all day."

Jonah makes a great effort, stands up, and throws himself on the hard surface, his fear being slowly defeated by his curiosity and titillation.

"Open those cheeks for me," Miss Carter commands.

He offers his gaped hole. The mature futa puts his hands on the desk, far away from him since she is way taller; her tip brushes over his anus, trying to get in but slipping over the crease of his bum.

"Steady, cocksleeve. Uuugh... UUUUGGGHH!" she howls as the head passes his sphincter. "You... tight fucking... AAAAHHHH!"

Jonah screams as well, his rectum feels like it's going to pop, and she hasn't even started thrusting yet.

"Quiet, piggy." Allison shoves Miss Carter's holster in his mouth.

"Mhhhh!" He closes his eyes, savoring the garment as the futa pulls out.

"Brace yourself, my whore!" She reaches to hold his hips down and starts lunging her dick in. She gasps and twitches, drops of sweat fall on Jonah as she leans over him, her boobs heavy on his back and her grunts propelled forward, far away from the fleshlight he has become under the greater futanari.

"By the Goddess! I've never felt... a bussy this meaty!"

Her hands cover his face, squeezing it while she enjoys the resistance of his walls.

"Mhhhh!" Jonah moans with a mouthful of futa flavor.

THUD, THUD, THUD! The table creaks under the impact, but it is robust, just as she said.

"Remember the shape of my member, male. Get used to it... but don't you dare get loose."

"It's part of the job; you have to exercise to stay tight," Allison adds. "I'll send you a Kegel routine later."

"I think you're ready. Up!"

Miss Carter lifts him in a full nelson and walks up to the mirror on the wall so he can see himself impaled on big black cock in it. She also enjoys the view, drops of sweat falling down her face. The heat she emits would be comforting if Jonah wasn't having her guts unnaturally broken into.

"HUFF, HUFF, HUFF!" She pants as she bounces him up and down her shaft.

Allison is softly moaning, touching her box on the chair while she stares at her mighty boss getting off.

"Dear... agh! Come worship your boss, won't you?"

Allison, as if waiting for that call, throws herself to the floor and starts kissing and licking Miss Carter's butt. "It's too hard."

Miss Carter leans down, giving Jonah stronger backshots, to open her cheeks for the blonde.

"Ahhh! Yeah... Deep... You know what I like! HUFF, HUFF!"

"IAAAHHH!" Jonah shoots his cum on the floor.

"Who told you you could cum, huh?" Miss Carter slaps his face. "I'm gonna lock that useless little worm so you perform better."

"Mhhh..." Jonah closes his eyes, feeling that huge baton smashing in and out of him.

She lifts him by the hair while her other hand locks onto his hip. "Look at yourself! Look into your eyes as your insides are filled with your Master's seed!"

Jonah stares at the mirror. He looks like a sissy slut, used and abused by a superior being, a goddess of a rich brown complexion completely submitting him to her will.

She fucks him like never before. PLAP, PLAP, PLAP! His moans must reach the whole building, and the thump-thumps of their flesh bumping fill the room.

"Oooh... Fuck him! Ruin this slut!" Allison yells, rubbing her clit hungrily.

"Yeeeah! TAKE IT! TAKE... MY... CUM!" She fucks all the way in and hollers, both hands pulling Jonah's hair back while her cock shoots her heavy loads inside him.

His dangling feet find her thighs; he stands on them and opens his mouth wide, but no scream comes out. He bounces slowly up and down her shaft, his body twitches with ecstasy, and semen flows nonstop from his weenie.

"This... is going to be the rest of your life. Allison... Bring the contract."

"Yes, Miss Carter." She walks in front of them, grool clinging from her pussy.

*One month later*

"You're late!" Allison mutters as Jonah rushes in front of her desk.

He barges in Miss Carter's office as silently as he can. She lifts her eyes from the screen and throws him daggers. Other futas' voices can be heard through the speaker.

As the reunion continues, he opens the doggy door beneath the desk and crawls to his boss's feet. Miss Carter kicks her heels away and rubs her sole angrily on Jonah's face, which he eagerly licks.

"The numbers are below expectations, Kiana..." Miss Carter reminds her business partner while Jonah chokes on her toes.

"We are doing our best to-"

"It's not enough. My firm will not work with those who do not meet their quotas."

She drops her foot and opens her legs. Despite the darkness, Jonah sees her magnificent futa cock fall down and grow. He throws himself to it, licking, sucking, and rubbing such gruesome beauty.

He gives her silent head, sloppy, as she likes, while his hands massage her testicles. Whenever she taps the desk with a finger, he swallows until his chin touches her soggy balls.

If he doesn't make her cum by the end of the meeting, she will make him the office slut for a week. He is pondering whether he feels like being a cumdump for ten futas and several more women with huge strapons, or going home to share Miss Carter's bed, getting fucked to sleep and waking her up with a nice morning blowjob. It's not an easy choice at all...