Captured in Amber

Story by jokermon

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Captured in Amber

A short story by jokermon

This is a work of erotic fantasy fiction. It is not meant to reflect any actual people, events or medical conditions.

It contains explicit futanari (hermaphrodite) content.

If that's not your thing, don't read it. If it is unlawful for you to read this type of material

where you reside, don't read it. If you are not old enough to lawfully read this type of material

according to your local laws, don't read it. This story is copyright the author©2009.

Cynthia inhaled deeply, leaning in close.

“Mmmm,” she said with her eyes closed in bliss, “what is that beautiful scent you’re wearing?”

Carol started. She’d been typing the financial report at a good clip, the words flying across her screen. Now all of a sudden her boss’s assistant had invaded her cubicle and broken her groove.

“Nothing.” She felt like waving her away. Shoo, fly. “I’m not wearing anything.”

“Are you sure?” Cynthia sniffed again, and a dreamy smile spread over her usually pinched features. “It’s goooood.”

Cynthia loomed over her. It unsettled Carol. This was unlike Cynthia; ordinarily, she was the one to be standoffish and touchy about her personal space.

“Yes, I’m sure. Cynthia, please, I’m busy here.”

“Okay.” Cynthia walked away reluctantly, still savoring the unknown fragrance. Carol risked a discreet whiff of herself, but smelled nothing. She shook her head and resumed typing. In a few minutes she had forgotten the interruption.

~~~

Two hours ahead of schedule, Carol dropped the hard copy of her completed report on Sarah’s desk.

“Oh great,” her boss enthused, picking it up. She flipped through it, nodding and tapping notes on her digital notepad. “Excellent. Excellent.”

Carol smiled, feeling the tension uncoil and dissipate in her tummy. It had taken a lot of evenings and weekends, but she was proud of the finished product.

All of a sudden, Sarah stopped. She looked at Carol.

“What is that delightful perfume you’re wearing?”

She started, remembering Cynthia. “I’m not–I didn’t put on anything.”

“New shampoo? Lotion maybe?” Sarah drew in a deep breath and closed her eyes. “Oh my. That’s wonderful.”

“No, nothing.”

Carol was more than a little taken aback when Sarah got up and walked over. Her boss leaned down to smell her. She was much closer than Carol was comfortable with, and she had no idea what to do.

Sarah’s famous bosom hung directly in Carol’s face. Ordinarily, Sarah wore conservative power suits, but her breasts were big enough to jut through them. Her tits were the talk of the company. Many of the male employees commented on the fact that no one on Sarah’s team was male, and called that a damn shame. Sarah had the brains of a Math prodigy, the sculpted face of a fashion model and the lush body of a 50’s pin-up. Only her staff knew she also had the personality of a pocket calculator.

In her own department, when none of the other partners were around, Sarah tended to let her blazers hang open and undo her blouses’ top buttons. The gossip around the office, particularly vicious where Sarah was concerned, often suggested she removed her bra, too.

Carol could now attest to the truth of that rumor. True to form, Sarah had her blouse partially undone, and the cleavage presented to her was breathtaking. The movement of Sarah’s big breasts was clearly unhindered by any brassiere.

“Oh, that’s niiiiiiiice.” Sarah’s voice had the same spellbound quality that her assistant demonstrated earlier. As a matter of fact—Sarah cheeks were reddening, her nostrils flaring, and her eyes had closed.

She looks like she’s having a wet dream, marveled Carol.

Sarah’s lips parted slightly. Her tongue slid out lazily and licked them.

An unexpected erotic jolt shocked Carol. She was amazed at the strength of it—it was almost like a tiny orgasm. The flicker of electricity between her thighs was unreal. She could see that Sarah’s nipples were erect and punching through her blouse. Her own stiffened in sympathy.

“I’m not wearing anything different.” Carol made her voice harsh, and it broke the spell. Sarah drew back slightly, and Carol shot to her feet.

“Do you need me for anything else, Sarah?” she asked, backing away. “I’ve got…kind of a headache and I was thinking of leaving early…”

“Oh…sure.” Sarah made a vague gesture. “I’m fine here. You put us ahead of schedule. Take the rest of the day, go ahead.”

“Thanks.” Carol lurched off to the nearest washroom. Her panties were wet. It was confounding. She thanked heaven the Ladies’ room was deserted, and locked herself in a stall.

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